The rain falls gently, breaking a water ripple, listening to ding-dong, and dreaming a mysterious dream at night. A trickle of rain began to sprinkle on the fingertips of the grass, peeking at the bottom of the leaves, hiding a broken tear. Fold a kite, I quietly send it away at night, like a cloud floating into the distance, why do you gently shake it down? Pick a begonia and tie your former heart to the branch. You say, I'll listen. In my dream, you are my most beautiful memory.
Under the eaves, playing piccolo, accompanied by the melody you play, who will listen to the rain? Melt your locked dream, listen to the whispers in the dream, the wind blows gently, and let the dream float gently. In the misty rain of summer night, a fallen flower falls and presses my toes. At the last moment of my dream, I silently picked up a broken rain tear.