又是春天，又是春天的雨绵绵。在那条美丽的山路，你的目光和我相遇，你用微笑装饰你的惊疑，霏霏细雨，滑落下一片昨天的记忆。就那么一个微笑，我才感到世界很小，仿佛是在一块泥土上，完成了我们的邂逅，并且在上面长出了我的第一次悲哀和第一次欢乐。下雨的时候，我总... Spring is spring rain again. On that beautiful mountain road, your eyes met me, and you smiled and decorated your suspense, drizzling, dripping down a piece of yesterday’s memory. Just a smile, I felt the world is very small, as if in a piece of earth, to complete our encounter, and grew above my first sadness and the first joy. When it rains, I always ...