Wait for drizzle
Music sounded so cool as if water was poured onto the ground. There was a lady upstairs. This lady with a loose black bun seemed to have just adjusted her mood. What were flying gently towards someone? They were mist and clouds from hills and flying willow catkins around the dam. Therefore, the tepidity of Qipao stretched to the boundless place in my heart. It was so warm! Among my faint wheeze, I hoped this moment could be everlasting.