从梦的边缘醒来,隐约听到夜雨的声音,不知从什么时候起,一场甘霖悄然降临,默默地滋养与浸润。推开窗,一股潮湿的水汽轻烟一样飘散,我突然惊觉到,许久未曾细察的雨仍旧让人痴迷,哪怕你是活在现在,哪怕你来自过去。 Wake up from the edge of the dream, vaguely heard the sound of the night rain, I do not know when, a quiet come quietly, silently nourish and infiltrate. Pushing open the window, a damp vapor drifted like light smoke, and I suddenly realized that the rain that had not been inspected for a long time was still obsessing, even if you lived in the present, even if you came from the past.