That night in early June, it was as cold as ice. I walked through the classroom alone and leaned against the wall. Endless night wind brings endless thoughts. Don't ask me what I am thinking. What are you thinking about? What are you sad about? Are you worried about adding new words? Is it reserved for new songs? The street lights in the distance are new, and Xia Feng rustles a little. I accidentally caught a glimpse of the endless indifference in the corner of her eye, just like the German screaming wildly. Crazy, crazy, crazy washed away my inner Machnow. Looking at someone silently and thinking about someone, it should rain tomorrow, but can you stay for me today? Holding my head 30 degrees is your usual smile. Now a drop of rain drips down the corner of my eye and suddenly fills it up. Its glittering and translucent coat is my illusion? Or did the wind break the faint cry? Before the exam, young Werther's troubles lingered? Trouble, I'm going to bury it deep, deep? The result was careless? It takes root and thrives? And get full early? Silent flowers. ? I just saw your question, which happened to have something I doodled before. I hope I can help you. )