One after another clouds floated over and gathered together, a prelude to rain falling.
I like rain, and the sadness lurking deep in the haze makes me feel like I have been confused in time and space, and I have gone back to the past.
In the quietest corner of the world, I looked at my memory through the rain. The wind wanders among my past, blowing away my low singing.
So no one heard.
There is only rain. It hears, it cries.
There are traces of its tears everywhere...
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