
Later in the day than in the afternoon
I went out with my grocery bag
I came out the side door of the ward
The dark asphalt roads still smell of asphalt
When I walked across the street and stood under a tree
Honey, the rain is coming
Dear, the rain must be waiting for me
Wait for me to walk under this tree
Waiting to land on my face
Waiting to fall in my heart
My dear rain and I have a promise
When dear rain in the form of fog, in the form of clouds
In the form of love
Dear, the rain must fall on me
How can I not love to rain on the ground
Heavy hit on the ground is not only the rain, and my clear heart ah
How can I give up my dear rain to fall in this lonely world
The world has been unable to put more loneliness, can not be more than a meter
How can I not give up my dear rain to fall on the enchanted world
The world has too many temptations, can't let you get lost in it
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John Wilson
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