The rain falls so quietly that people can't help but think of the past. The sun always comes after the storm. The patter of rain hits my face. You can say this is our story, or our past. Everyone will walk into the confused maze in vain. The neon lights in the distance are flashing, like a guide, turning on the navigation light for you to succeed. In the dim light, there is a cruise ship slowly sailing into the distance, going farther and farther...
