Like rain, like graceful light rain, like being alone, standing in front of the window, listening to the rain through the window...
Listening to the rain through the window has a unique meaning. In the soothing rhythm, I heard a poem, word by word, and rhyme, making my heart even more intoxicated.
Listen to the rain through the window, which is a unique atmosphere. In the sound of the clear rain, I heard a song, like the melodious wind, making a ray of emotion clear as water.
I like to listen to the rain through the window, listen to the rustling sounds, listen to the ticks, and experience the tranquility in the noisy.
If you are used to watching without your eyes, you will feel the light raindrops and pick up frequent cheerful dance steps in the breeze. If you are used to listening with your ears, you can think of the elf raindrop as naughty as a child.
There is always a sudden feeling coming, and I always fall in love with myself. The inadvertent heartbeat was already in a long and intoxicating heart.
In the wind, love is like a gossip, in the rain, thoughts are like flying catkins. The gentle breeze and drizzle flow through my heart, and there is a kind of comfort mixed with a faint sigh. Youran is born in the heart, like green vines spreading through the passing years.
It seems that by pushing open the window, you can moisten your dry heart; it seems that by stretching out your hand, you can touch the clouds in the sky. However, I was still used to listening to the sound of rain outside the window through the window, and was unwilling to break this dream-like but not dream-like situation.
Every time I stand in front of the window, I always have a faint expectation in my heart; every time I wait in front of the window, the past is in my ears flowing through my heart. The sound of rain makes me smile more; the sound of rain makes me more memories.
The sound of rain dripping into my mind, causing people's feelings to slowly spread, as if the whole world was in coolness.
The sound of rain fell into the heart, making people's thoughts slowly stretched out, as if the whole universe was filled with the fragrance of flowers.
Listen to the rain through the window, the rain is outside the window, the love is in the heart; listen to the rain through the window, the rain is in the dream, the heart is in the rain. Whenever I stand in front of the window and listen to the clear sound of rain outside the window, ripples arise in my heart, and there is a kind of lingering emotion that quietly blends into the wet dream...
The sound of rain can always touch the heart; the poetic meaning of rain can always make people enter a slightly drunk world. Perhaps, a light rain comes to wash away the loss of the mortal world; perhaps, once you watch in front of the window, the light rain can wear a series of wonderful time.
Memories in the rain, expectation in the rain, waiting in the rain, joy in the rain. Every time I drizzle, I guard the window alone, close my eyes slightly, listen to the rain through the window...
