Puff, my pride and indulge,

The red sweater is in the rain, and it is lost.

The raindrops under the umbrella are endless.

Falling into the ground, breathing.

It's like goldfish swimming around without knowing memory.

The branches and leaves are casual in the river, and walk into the book and leave a mark.

And Qianqian, right here, didn't go anywhere.
Chapter completed!