The blue-gray slate is thinking of rain,
I am dreaming of you in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River.
That wind, that rain, that lamp, that building,
Bloom quietly among the purple iris.
Note: The heroine is weak and the thief is weak
The male protagonist has no three views
Read the article in a civilized manner, don't criticize if you don't like it
Little cuties, don't hurt each other.