You are my soul lost on the road
In a city that is cold all night
Singing the song of the June breeze in the treetops
< p>I used to wait painfully in my memoriesWaiting has become the most romantic thing
The homeless man curled up on the street corner and ate half a steamed bun
Rain flowed through his toes like a river
Not a drop of water could be seen in the tangled hair
Under the dirty face, the deep eyes revealed the distance
There, there is a free stray dog
It rolled up and shook its fur
The rain was flying around
It raised its head and looked towards Roaring in the distance
Lightning resounded across the sky at that moment
It turned back quietly and blinked
Looking at the half steamed bun in the homeless man's hand
The sound of rain gradually quieted
Quiet as the dead dusk
The drizzle was soaking the glazed tiles
The small water droplets curled up on the flowers on the other side were Talk
You wanderers who stay away all night long
Death is your warmest home
The wind begins to sing and dance happily
It seemed like they were about to have a night-long carnival and then return to their hearts content
The masson pine swayed with the body
The acacia tree spread its flowers all over the sky with the melody
The homeless man in the corner ate in a hurry Finished half a steamed bun
Cuddled up and shivering
It was still the same stray dog
After turning around that time, he looked into the distance again
Wagging the tail, walking leisurely after the wind and rain
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