Open the umbrella and breathe clear air
Hearing a falling voice that doesn't cry
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Rainy February
Open the umbrella and breathe clear air
Hearing a falling voice that doesn't cry
My feelings as flat as the black clouds above
I don't understand but this worries me
Everything is wet and makes me cold
But it remains beautiful simply
Not perfect because it's still hurts
From the sky that gives off a blue hue
Watery drop place,7 February 2019