If I were a cloud,
In the rainy season,
Do it with your heart
Please don't mind,
Because in this misty rain,
Your eyes,
Let me touch the tenderness everywhere.
A pool of blue water,
Rippling in the twittering of dawn,
Trembling,
Just like your rainy mood,
Standing by the bridge,
According to the paper umbrella of the invention,
Watching the peach blossom rain,
Red your umbrella, your heart!