rain
I'm happy for all this: the city is being cleaned,
Those roofs were covered with dust yesterday,
Today, it shines like smooth silk.
Glittering silver wire.
I'm glad my passion has run out.
Looking out the window with a smile,
Watching you fly by.
Flat street, alone.
I'm glad it's raining harder.
You hide in strange stairs,
Lift the wet umbrella upside down,
Shake off the rain.
I'm glad you've forgotten me,
After walking out of that eaves,
You've never looked at my window,
Didn't even look back at me
I'm glad you walked through here,
After all, I saw you,
And passionate spring.
Flying away is also so beautiful and naive.