Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wandered alone in a long, lonely rain lane, hoping to meet a girl with a lilac knot. She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation; She wanders in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and like me, she is silently sad, cold, sad and disappointed. She approached silently and breathed a sigh of relief. She drifted like a dream, like a sad and confused dream. Like lilacs floating in a dream, this girl drifted by me; She walked away silently, walked away, walked towards the crumbling fence and walked through the rainy path. In the elegy of the rain, her color faded, her fragrance dispersed, even her sighing eyes and the melancholy of lilacs. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person lingers in a long, long, long, long rain lane, hoping to float past a girl with a clove knot.