Dai wangshu
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Rain Alley
"Very well.
It would be better if it could be accompanied by a very lyrical melody.
rain
alley
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long
Lonely rain lane, I hope to meet.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She has the color of lilacs,
The fragrance of cloves, the sadness of cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and hesitation;
She lingers in this lonely rain lane
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, like me,
Like me.
Walk quietly
Cold, sad, melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Approaching,
And relieved,
She floated by.
Like a dream,
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
A lilac field,
I passed this girl by;
She went away silently, far away,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the elegy of the rain, her color faded,
Spread her fragrance,
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes,
Lilac is melancholy. Holding an oil-paper umbrella,
separate
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
A girl with a lilac knot.