When it rains, open your umbrella.
You and I are passers-by.
Walk on the edge of September,
at this moment,you come from the heaven
next second you cross the river from the bridge.
I have been a river in your life,over there,you and I have loved
never seen the dark
Summer told me to forget
Autumn let me give up
But I always remember the feeling of rain passing through the palm of my hand
When it rains,you don't want to run,you have the sky
you have the stars that you can't see before.
When it rains,use a glass of red wine to protect the color of the blood,and then with the stubborn faceof an umbrella to be forgotten in the eyes,
is overestimated the night
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