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We complained that we couldn't find our way in the night

There are no stars in the sky

I thought the next step would be better

But it always rains

However, we did not realize that the thunder and lightning had been made for us

Lit up many times

It seems to put everything that longs for the day

Pull back in an instant

petal

leaf

Like eyes

Hit by the rain

Tears hung from the corners of his eyes

Wait until the weather is clear

I still don't see the slightest bit of damage

"The Song of Things" poem, additional prose Rain Road is in the hand, please wait a moment,

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