窗外,是雨初停了的夜。静静地,唯有满世界的滴水声,远远近近,滴滴答答,像寂寞的女巫拨弄着她挂在树梢、屋檐的小乐器。今夜,在我紧闭的窗帘之外,她有着巨大无声的风衣,湿漉漉地散开的黑色长发,以及苍白而清瘦的手指。偶尔,有人从楼下经过,吹着响亮的口哨。那每一声最后拔高的颤音显示了他快乐的心情。但我不,我独坐在台灯橘色的光下,压抑着心底千万的感慨,终夜不能成眠。我的爱人,这一切都是因为你,在这样阒寂的夜晚,我默默积聚着一生的爱的力量,在等你回家。 Outside the window, it was the night when the rain stopped. Quietly, only the dripping sound of the world, far and near, ticking, like a lonely witch fiddle with her hanging on the treetops, eaves of the small musical instrument. Tonight, outside of my closed curtains, she had a huge, silent trench coat, wet, long black hair, and pale, thin fingers. Occasionally, someone passed downstairs, blowing a loud whistle. The last treble of every sound shows his happy mood. But I do not, I sit alone in the light of the orange lamp, depressing the feelings of millions of hearts, sleepless nights. My love, all this is because of you, in such a quiet night, I silently accumulate the power of a lifetime of love, waiting for you to go home.