Languid mood around
Quietly counting the voice of the tick silent
Annoying drops of water fall from the corner of the eye
Wet hands eager to embrace you
Dry wet boots and wet hair
But I can't dry your wet eyes
Make a cup of unsweetened coffee and taste the bitter taste
And tears into the mouth of light alkali
Wet Monday afternoon
Rain and tears crisscross the cheeks
Stubborn feelings into a long wound
Wet Monday afternoon
Walking alone in the rainy street
A melancholy mood is like a sour lemon
You can see yourself wet and the crowd in the street
But I can't see the distance between you and me
A large amount of blank time slips away from the feeling of stopping
Embrace the cold rain and deep sorrow
Wet Monday afternoon
Rain and tears crisscross the cheeks
Stubborn feelings into a long wound
Wet Monday afternoon
Walking alone in the rainy street
A melancholy mood is like a sour lemon
Wet Monday afternoon
Wandering in the street, no place to hide
The feeling of loneliness and sadness catch up closely behind
Wet Monday afternoon
The passers-by in the street hurried by
Confused staring at the gray sky
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