Poem city rain

ring ain | Bian Zhilin city rain is in the comfort you: now you frowning at the sky,
a person sitting in the room,
or in the deserted streets,
with an umbrella,
toward the East,
toward the west,
you will feel it,
a rain is gentle caress you; otherwise you why not words,
whatever you think of I cant think of where to go,
where to go? You see,
you really like a fan,
out of God,
listen to the rain.
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