1, Rain Lane: Wandering alone in a long and lonely rain lane with an oil-paper umbrella, hoping to meet a girl as sad as lilac. She has the same color as lilac, the same fragrance and the same sadness. She is sad in the rain, wandering sadly in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, just like me.
She drifted away, dreamy, sad and confused, dreamy, lilac field, this girl drifted by me, she walked silently, far away, to the rotten fence, all the way through this rainy alley. In the decline of the rain, her color, her fragrance and even her sighing eyes disappeared.
2. "Dripping Rain": A gentle and silky Mao Mao rain is swaying in your heart. My soul, a gentle and silky Mao Mao rain is dancing in your eyes. As far as my memory is concerned, no one knows your color, but some people feel the mood and no one daydreams about your temper.
However, some people feel your thoughts, some people like to communicate with you with their skin, some people like to take you with their sense of smell and ponder your fragrance. They are quietly pouring into their hearts all night, and the city is full of water, which quietly makes my mood fly.