I do not know the girl come from, she wants to rely on? In this quiet lane in the rain, but the rain is the girl heart beat. Hear out the voice of the girl had written in her face hidden bitterness, but her beautiful face, fear is also not cover the paper umbrella, and her youth, clearly embroidered silk dresses in the peony flower, the ping Ting willowy, just like the rain and open flowers. 
 The rainy season, always miss. As a clove knot Chouyuan if this girl is a lingering trace of rain melancholy? Traveled alone in the Rain Lane, the girl's mind must be full of the cold, would like to tell the rain, rain, as always, from the umbrella along the slide to the foot of the quartzite on the chaotic, then, Rainy lonely, lonely people go because In the lonely lane in the rain, it becomes dark sky.