Love is said in the fragrance of rice and flowers

Writing background: Life is like duckweed, floating in the water, only able to flow with the water, there has never been a warm harbor!

Perhaps each of us is a cloud in the sky. If there is no wind, will the cloud still go? If it didn’t turn into rain, would the clouds still disappear into the sky?

In your heart, who is the cloud in your heart?

For you, he was willing to turn his tears into rain. Who is the meteor in your heart?