On September 15, 2020, at the foot of Tangbula in Xinjiang, the clouds were as heavy as ink.
Then, a shower will come.
Pick up your pen and write one or two.
We always said we would wait until tomorrow
Look at the rain falling quietly in the sky
Without an umbrella, I can only run
Footprints roll across the torrent with mud
Tears, accompanied by rain fall on my heart
Loneliness, after all, is a person dancing alone
Words are so weak that they deceive themselves
Words, accompanied by the night but difficult to sleep
I thought I would never despair
But I don't know that the edge of my wound makes me confused
Look at the worst in the best times
I wonder if I can work hard for my dream
Turning around, one carries all his loneliness
Turning around, the rain and sweat have written all the joys and sorrows
Turning his head, he wiped the cry of tears and rain on his face
Turn your head, only when you love deeply can you shed tears to the sunset
Draw the curtains, get into bed and hide in the world
Everything in the world is still cold and windy
It was originally a long song with howling autumn wind
Turns around and turns into a dead heart like a lamp
Young now, I met love by mistake
The black and white of Go meet the cycle by mistake
Who is beside you in the years?
Love parting, can not ask.
Looking at the world, autumn is bleak.
Looking back, a stranger.
The rain stopped, it seemed to be a new day.
The black clouds have gradually disappeared.
I only hope that someone will hold an umbrella for you when it rains.
