Floating in September

Maybe it was floating life that disturbed my dream of youth.After the rain, I stood alone on the corner of the street and sang the tune that only belonged to us. "It's raining! It's raining!" "Shh... don't you think the sound of the rain is like my heartbeat?" Her eager face tugged at my heart like rain at night, so the world turned to it Lover, it took off its vast mask, and it became smaller, as small as a song, as small as an eternal kiss. "It's raining! It's raining!" Before I could look back, everything had changed.My youth will eventually be shattered, and at that time, it will definitely tell you in a broken army, "But at least, I loved it."