My sorrow Midnight of rain, In the city's streets, float Slowly, All become confused. Is the tears? The street lights or dark? I lean on the window, Events like the hazy, Quietly flowing. The wind blowing, Don't walk the long night blow, Hello? In the far north, you? By：Tantolloyd

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