Helpless rain?
Knocking on the gurgling eaves?
Little by little?
Is that voice your distant echo?
I took the photo album you gave me this morning?
Standing in short Shan Lan?
Autumn wind, fallen leaves ...?
Is your faded sound and shadow painting, painting tears?
Walking in the Kuanzhai Lane?
Clouds roll and clouds are comfortable, flowers bloom and fall?
Have I ever owned anything I passed by?
Are you and me at the end of the wall?
The tree in front of the house is very old?
70 years of ups and downs?
When you look at the mainland of your hometown?
Do you remember the rain in the country and me?
Helpless rain, rustling down?
-Clouds.