雨夜,悄然而至。浇不灭繁华的灯火,阻不断绵长的车河。你在人群中穿行,眉宇间流露出焦躁与不安。撑起伞的右手微微颤抖,每一次都让雨水淋湿左手。暗夜下的冷雨,冷雨下的灯火,灯火中涌动的人潮,你就在其中,随波逐流。我们在哪个街头相遇,我看见无尽忧伤从你身上滴落,啊,那是晶莹的雨水。原来就连雨水,都被你的失意染色。你的眼眸没有焦距,与夜空的黑色浑然一体。黑 Rainy night, quietly. Unmistakable bustling lights, dragging continuous stream of cars. You walk through the crowd, frowning anxious and restless. The right hand holding up the umbrella trembled, letting the rain wet his left hand each time. Cold rain under the dark night, lights under the cold rain, the surging crowd of people in the light, you drift. Where we meet in the street, I saw endless sadness dripping from you, ah, that is crystal clear rain. Even the rain turned out to be stained by your frustration. Your eyes do not have focal length, seamless with the black night sky. black