Thinking about this period of time, I can't help thinking of those friends who have been alone in the rain for ten years and never want to see each other again. On a rainy night, people are particularly unforgettable. Where are they hiding? Now there is only one solitary lamp to accompany me to sleep.
However, even in such a cold time, I think of the friendship that once lit up the road of life. Like a lamp swaying in the wind, it gives people a little hope and warmth, not despair and cold.
As a result, I forgot that a glass of wine in the spring breeze is still a lonely lamp and rainy night.