I like this rhythm so much. It makes my blood boil and I am full of energy. It is also because such rain can wash away the dust in the world and make the world clean. The world in the rain has become pure, and the heart is clear, without a trace of red dust. Looking at you in the distance through the light of lightning and the hazy rain curtain, I can't help but whisper in my heart-are you enjoying the taste of spring rain in the distance?
With the rain, my heart is getting wetter and wetter, but your shadow is getting clearer and clearer. I folded my heart into a paper boat. On this foggy rainy night, I write a poem about your thoughts, and write it on a paper boat, so that it carries thoughts, concerns and blessings and blows to your side with the strong wind. Listen, the knock of heavy rain, that's what I said to you. Look, like the lightning of fireworks. That's my blessing to you.
Many raindrops hit me. Raindrops wet my hair, slide down my face, slide down my chest, pass through my heart coolly, reach out and catch some raindrops, watch them condense in my hands, and then slowly overflow from my palms. Once you were like this raindrop, I held your hand, your fingers were full of warmth, and your heart was warm and gentle. I thought I wouldn't let go of your hand. You wouldn't have left, but when you shook hands, you slipped away.
Wandering alone in the rain last night, I was in a daze again. The heavy rain soaked my thoughts, soaked me, cooled my heart and lost my eyes. Dear, no matter what you are doing, my concern and my blessing remain unchanged. I wish you happiness and good luck forever.