The leaden sky is a heavy sign
The sun is broken up by the bright white dregs
The ringing in my ears is sharp
Quickening, quickening
The low-flying swallow makes a figure of eight
As it flies over the valley of buildings
An evening shower is on its way
On the path of cloudy weather, a girl who forgot her umbrella
Is fearfully walking in the rain
Because I am also stuck in cowardice
I look up to the sky
On the path of cloudy weather, a girl who forgot her umbrella
Is fearfully walking in the rain
Because I am also stuck in cowardice
I look up to the sky
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