Femininity is the characteristic of women and water.
On rainy days,
I always unconsciously think of women and their tenderness.
Winter has passed, but the continuous rain is still cold and unforgettable.
In this cold weather,
I miss the time with women more and more.
I don't want to touch the years in my memory anymore,
But the years will not disappear because of my avoidance,
On the contrary, the more you deliberately avoid it,
The stories in the years have become clearer and more fascinating.
Rain lines float in the sky,
Dense rain lines cross each other,
Woven into a huge net,
Sprinkle it on the ground.
Standing in this cold net,
It's like going back in time.
As far as I can remember, they especially love to cry.
Tears are their language.
Sometimes I can't understand the meaning of those tears,
It is common for women to fill tears.
The truth is not:
Women love to cry because they know what feelings are.
Maybe they think their feelings are worth guarding with their lives.
I was wrong in the past years.
Wrong, even the feelings that should belong to you are short-lived and false.
Maybe we should know more about water,
When you know about water, you know about women.
I like this rainy weather,
It is the medium of emotional harvest.
On rainy days,
Can experience and recall past emotional stories more clearly.