Have we become old friends?

Essential for rainy days: writing in a diary.

This rain was truly refreshing.

Although it's autumn, it feels quite cold.

Many friends say, "Winter hasn't even arrived yet, but we're already freezing to death in autumn."

The outside world is unpredictable, like the fluctuating emotions within.

The pattering rain always makes one's thoughts drift far away, recalling various past events that touch the softest corners of the heart.

Rainy days always have a melancholic tone.

Whenever it rains, it's always accompanied by dense, dark clouds. Whether it's morning or evening, the sky becomes a single, somber hue, making one feel lethargic, wanting to quietly read a book, or simply stay in bed listening to music and drifting off to sleep.

Opening WeChat, the chat window that was once pinned to the top has sunk to the bottom,

probably a sign of loneliness.

Along the way, we've lost some things and gained others .

Our final unspoken understanding is to drift further and further apart without saying goodbye,

just like when we became friends at first sight, as if we were kindred spirits.

Everyone has their own path to walk;

no one has the same way of life.

I've lost friends along the way,

and I have loneliness

and a sense of coolness.

Not cool at all;

there's a bitter feeling in my heart.