On this dull night after the rain, listen to the music of "Breeze and Drizzle". Its wonderful melody is gentle and distant, like tiny raindrops, gently falling into the calm sea of heart, instantly taking away the silent thoughts in my heart, the deep lovesickness, and quietly waiting. I clearly felt the slow and real steps, as if I had once snuggled in my hands and walked quietly together, quietly murmured...
The longing from my bone marrow, although it gradually drifted away, gradually approached, as if it was in my heart. The sound of the piano spreads in the orange light and circulates in the sea of heart. It is like a breeze blowing by and a drizzle falls. This longing like a gentle breeze is like being held by your tender and gentle hands, the tenderness of the breeze, the delicate beauty of the drizzle,
This moving picture is filled with the breath of flowers, flashing the figure of spring, smile and move, frown and face, click in my heart, let all the longings dance, like crying and complaining, like intoxication, no day and night, endless... Although the isolation of time and space, it will not make everything evolve quietly. The gentle music, which beats the sleeping love, and the world of drizzle and breeze, is entangled with each other, covering the indifferent eyes.
Waiting for the silence of the night, listening to the gentle sound of the piano, the delicate little hands in front of you are still as beautiful as poetry and as gentle as picturesque. When I looked back, my hair was gently flowing on my forehead, as if I was whispering quietly, murmuring, and expressing my thoughts. At this time, it becomes a light rain, a delicate wind, and a pure love.
Just like that, accompanied by the soft and endless music, I couldn't help but feel happy and burst into tears, letting this faint thought condense into drops of rain, drizzle of real love, immersed in the faint love, and gradually intoxicated in this breeze and drizzle... The breeze and drizzle sound lightly, and the spring rain is like a poem to cause sorrow of separation...
