They say they like rainy days because they are romantic. Just imagine that boyfriend with his thin silk threads flying in front of him is indeed romantic. But I just don't like it. So they said I was different from them. Same or different, how to distinguish? Do they really have such a decision?
They like romance, romance. And I don't know if this romance can outweigh the wet shoes and cold palms. What they like and what I hate are not the same things. And they think it's nothing different, it's just raining, a simple thing. I thought so too at first.
He says he likes me, but I hate myself. What he likes and what I hate are not the same things, although at a rough glance, they are both me. We can always feel this calculation difference in our hearts. But in fact no one will say it. After all, when you make a point, if someone doesn't understand and raises a question, then the people behind you won't understand either. This does not conflict with their deep understanding.