The house made of stone is warm in winter and cool in summer.
Every crack in the stone,
I've seen it all.
I put the money in the crack,
Stuffed the card in,
And stuffed my diary.
Neat blue tiles,
Resist the wind and snow,
Gave me warmth.
When it rains,
He's my musician,
The crisp sound of raindrops,
One by one, a little,
Under the eaves,
Rain,
I've been listening for years.
Living in the city for a long time,
Occasionally look at photos of my hometown,
I met my parents,
Saw the stone house,
Look at childhood step by step.
Why is there no such good rain in the city?