It was as if the song had fallen from above, looked up, and the rotten wooden windows were shaken by the wind. Rain hit on it, broke up and fell down again. In the hazy, a woman appeared upstairs, but the building was so gorgeous and solemn. A man is singing a ditty downstairs, while upstairs, the woman only has a faint smile
雨,为浓黑的巷子抹了一层绿——青苔,肆意地长着。
Rain, for the thick black lane to wipe a layer of green - moss, wanton long.
歌,又从巷尾传来,我追去,没人。回头,一个女子撑伞站在雨中,白衣白伞,与这破巷格格不入。
Song, it's coming from the end of the alley again. I'll chase it. Nobody. Looking back, a woman stood in the rain with an umbrella, white clothes and white umbrella, which were not in line with the broken lane.
我跑过去,她又不见了。
I ran over and she was gone again.
环顾四周颓乱的墙,不像这雨,它静静不动,已不知多少年。我触摸它,感到了不知名的忧伤,就像那女子。
Looking around the decadent walls, unlike the rain, it is still, I don't know how many years. I touch it and feel the unknown sadness, just like the woman.
雨,斯文地继续着,枯黄的灯光下,为四周抹上了重重的油彩。
Rain, gentle to continue, yellow light, for the surrounding painted with heavy oil.
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