The lamp extinguished, the moon, the lonely night. People, but guzhennanmian. A river, in the distance there was a familiar song. Think of Dai Wangshu's "Rain Lane", remember that blue flagstone taste, Miss Lane in the rain, and people wandering, is still looking for a beautiful encounter, encounter that had a happy! But the green flag, the clip clop of the mistakes, remember who past, creating who misunderstanding? In the Jiangnan July 7th night, life is to escape the sorrow. Really the most beautiful dream, the condensation of whose night? Just this sky, under a cold rain. Looking back, the lane in the rain in the juvenile, lonely wandering in the rain, flow through the Millennium reincarnation tears!

There is no one, let me dream of the rain lane, flying youth dream. Expect some memories, but still in the sentimental world rain, looking for the right person. If anything, but why still not meet, can brush past with strangers. Perhaps, the reality is so cruel.

The water under the bridge clear bottomed out, the wind gently blowing on the bridge, to heal the upwelling lonely song. Like, Qingming Festival have rain. But the landscape like song, happy memories silence like yesterday. The rain lane in the juvenile, who keep who syndrome! Just do not know why, all this makes people happy about!

Heart weak story, the dream lady like yesterday, but the rain lane in the juvenile, read his expectations of the millennium, but not to wait for the dream of love. Time of circulation Millennium thoughts, on the bridge side of the ferry, to find the edge of wandering no fruit. Years of dream unanswered, heart with love, who can go with the wind? Gu Xiang still, not just the. Even if not much wind and rain, sigh for it in vain. Can see the world, amidst the winds of change, everything is uncertain, with the love light. It is this life margin thin, raindrops and ripples in, drop in the long lane, twists constantly, even with thousands of years of memory, but also, unfinished wish. Even the rain lane angle in passing, but is also a casual stranger in the wind, leaving is a chat up their own, no one will care.

Once Yumeng in the lane in the rain, is the most lonely time, the curtain call, time speechless. Autumn wind rises, life to enter the time, busy fall, broken world scene. Through the way of life, with the changes, the ups and downs. The origin, the dream out of the night, by the gentle moonlight, the habit of writing graffiti soul. Time, like water, always silent hovering in the fate of the street. And I'm the muddled feelings, like in the face of broken leaves gradually old, dusty old love, just ring or transfer. Suddenly look back, how many beautiful dreams turn into empty, my mind was hidden in the depths, can't let go. Hurt heart, always want to do once the years flow.