Phantom Butterfly

The heavy rain has not stopped yet, but it is torrential, and the sound of pattering rain echoes in Lin Ze's ears. Lin Ze holds a pair of black umbrellas in his left hand, and holds a bouquet of exquisitely packaged white irises in his right hand. The white water vapor filled with the light floral fragrance envelopes the whole world in a haze. The rain has stopped, the rain has stopped, the rain has stopped, the rain has stopped, the rain has stopped, and the rain has sounded. Hayashizawa's left hand is a black umbrella, and her right hand is a beautiful and beautiful wrapper. The fragrance of the flowers is light, the fragrance is white, the fragrance is white, and the world is beautiful. Walking on the flat stone road, Lin Ze stood under the large black umbrella, like a small world, completely isolated from the rain and fog. The dim yellow street lamps were reflected on the accumulated water on the ground. The raindrops fell, and the light and shadow of people were broken. It was as if he was waiting for the dust of the haze to disperse, and as if he was waiting for the blue sky and white clouds to appear in the sky again. The peaceful lights of thousands of houses were reflecting this prosperous world with you. らなのをいています.さんはのい Umbrellaのにっています.まるでのようです. The fog completely blocks the fog.ばんだStreetlightがのたまりにっています. Raindrops are falling, and people's shadows are falling. Rest in peace, the light of ten thousand families, the light of the world in peace, the light in the prosperous age, the light in the world, the light in the prosperous age, the light in the world, the light in the prosperous age.