With an old black umbrella
You are walking out of my sight
Around the gloomy street corner
On such a cold rainy night
Your figure is receding in rain bit by bit
Flying days are twined into misty verse
You seem to be still awaiting me somewhere
Unconsciously slowing down my footsteps
At every muddy street corner
I am gazing back into the depth of raindrops.
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