Rain...
How sweet rain this month.
The rain is able to restore the memory of our moments as it descends.
When the rain first leads us to the meeting on the tenth day of the second month of last year. The rain also gives us sweet memories on the dark and cold roadside.
And the rain that blocks our journey to one of the most beautiful places I've ever been with you on the fifteenth of the third month, the rain gives us a chance to be together for the day.
The first time I was able to feel warm and cold at the same time.
The rain also faded the yellow sun on the twelfth day of April when I became your friend out of town for work.
Amazingly rainy, always give a different story every time he goes down. Always able to cool, always able to reduce the longing without being responsible.
The rain only floods me with our moments and he succeeds in drowning me in a feeling of longing, but more than that.
The rain is always sweet. I always love it.
The rain is able to restore the memory of our moments as it descends.
When the rain first leads us to the meeting on the tenth day of the second month of last year. The rain also gives us sweet memories on the dark and cold roadside.
And the rain that blocks our journey to one of the most beautiful places I've ever been with you on the fifteenth of the third month, the rain gives us a chance to be together for the day.
The first time I was able to feel warm and cold at the same time.
The rain also faded the yellow sun on the twelfth day of April when I became your friend out of town for work.
Amazingly rainy, always give a different story every time he goes down. Always able to cool, always able to reduce the longing without being responsible.
The rain only floods me with our moments and he succeeds in drowning me in a feeling of longing, but more than that.
The rain is always sweet. I always love it.
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