Rain falls silently, and memory is stranded. The softness of the gentle rain is touched by the heart through the barriers of time and space, the old hometown, the deep footprints, the hazy figure, and the tender feelings that have been eroded by the years. Wandering in the messy mind, whenever I want to ponder it, I do not know where I should start. Then I can only let the youth fade with vicissitudes of life between dreams and awakenings. With being all alone in the world, I write a romantic theme. If life is only as it was at the first sight, the destined glance becomes a frozen moment, and then it passes away in a flash, taking away the infinite imagination and endless memories.
