I am alone in the lingering world of cold and drizzle, surrounded by a kind of cold, let it be cold and sad, let it drift from the inside out!
That drizzly spring rain, you give people a really soft and gentle voice, but what I hear seems to be the squeal of people who are driven out of their wits, like a nightmare after disillusionment, which makes me relive my heartache, look forward to it in frustration and miss it in my hometown. It won't make me feel that it is the ecstasy of a long drought, and it won't be as precious as oil, although it is to drive away the cold winter and usher in happiness and warmth. However, I didn't feel that kind of warmth and comfort at all. Just like hail falling from the sky like goose eggs, thunderbolt mercilessly crashed into the fragrant and delicate flower bed, leaving a desolate scene, which made people feel extremely sad and sad.
The fine and silky warm rain you sow for the earth is not like loosening soil and fertilizing, but more like mist and steam that moistens people's hearts. The sound of ticking is clearly the sound of spring, and the fresh air is clearly the breath of spring. But where is the spring in my heart?
Looking at the gloomy sky and the drizzle makes me feel extremely lost and full of sadness. I always feel that my heart is overloaded with grievances, full of worries and resentment, but I don't know who to confide in this mixed feeling, and who to vent this resentment and grievances. That tireless and hyperactive heart is always jumping around in my foggy heart, trying again and again to squeeze the heart that was almost suffocated by the rain and straighten out those scattered thoughts, but the revived heart still sends out a weak heart sound, and the scattered thoughts always make me unable to find a clue, so I can only let it scatter all over the floor with the continuous spring rain!
Such a heartless haze, why should I hide my sunny heart so cold! Gentle drizzle, why are you so cruel? Why do you want to cover the stunning sunset so tightly that I can no longer feel his soft' intoxicating warmth'! Because I can only laugh heartily in the golden sunset, I can release all the depression in my heart in the bloody sunset, and my slightly melancholy face will be dyed into charming golden light by him.
Because of your unexpected arrival, I can never see the golden sunset again, and my heart has become heavy since then. My cheerful mood was also severely suppressed by you in that dark world, so that I could never find a faint shadow, leaving only dazzling sadness for me to drift wildly with this soft light rain and terrible smog!
If it hadn't been for the rain, maybe I would have seen the sunset slanting from the western hills every day as usual; If there is no rain, I, who was intoxicated by the sunset, may take a leisurely walk under his rendering every day; If there is no rain, maybe I will always daydream, be romantic and indulge in the rosy color that is hazy by the sunset; Without rain, the dignified, pure and elegant white clouds may still be gentle and quiet, snuggling up to the fiery red sunset, embracing tenderness and lingering, and always tirelessly whispering gentle words to the golden sunset! At that time, the sunset may be brighter, the sky bluer and the clouds whiter, but now his charming golden light is swept away by this ruthless rain, blocked by the indifferent smog, and no longer shines for the clouds.
Spring rain, you are the messenger of spring, the spirit of spring. What makes you so ferocious, so cruel, so heartless and desperate to hurt your lover? Why do you sting my heart, so that I can't give up, so that I can't love, so that I can stay in despair forever! Why should I turn my wordless happiness into full sadness and sprinkle it all over the floor with this cold spring rain?