Text/Dream Xiaoya
The cold in front of your eyes leads to the bone marrow
With that battered heart
I stood trembling in the rain
Let pedestrians, umbrellas and vehicles bustle around
I look at you in the rain
I am waiting for you in the rain
My little lover
We stared and stared for a long time
We have also been long and sad
You say don't let the rain wet your hair, and don't get your clothes dirty
But I was worried about the injured heart
We were like wet fallen leaves
It's like a bird curled up, desolate, desolate
Countless intersections that we missed
Countless intersections where we meet
In the meet and miss
Confused and confused in missing and meeting
If you don't come, I won't go
All the rainwater gathers here
It's like a lake, and it's like tears
It becomes a long rain alley
November 29 night