Shou a light, who am I waiting for?

It was dusk and the rainy season in March. At the beginning of the lantern, the drizzle was drizzle, and it was cool. It was mixed with sadness under the dim light.

Sitting alone, passing the fog of cigarettes, and watching the shaking branches, it was your figure yesterday, and sometimes it emerged. The music flowing all night reminds me of you.

In the warm past, the road to you home in the curtain rain was hugged tightly in the rain. How can you forget that the happiness of happiness is in your heart, in your ears, there are still your details and murmurs, your lips, and your tenderness and lingering.

Now, I finally understand that you have become a memory. Suddenly the heartache is depressed in your chest, and you have never forgotten it. You have never forgotten it. You can only know that you are precious. You can only regret it forever.

At night, the song in my mind kept echoing, the injuries of groaning, and the pain of acacia. In the quiet, it was impossible to distinguish whether it was rain or tears, but had already wet eyes.

In the hazy, you can only stare at your distant look in the obscurity. Shou a light, who am I waiting for? Maybe it's rain, maybe night. Tonight, it is still rainy ...

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