The spring rain is pouring
The girl who came late, holding an oil-paper umbrella, has a graceful figure
Don't be confused by the fluttering hem of the skirt or lose your heart
You can never guess
A face hazy in mist and rain
Is it a pretty face or a ghostly makeup?
No outline, no plan, just write whatever comes to mind
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