My sorrow

My sorrow

Midnight of rain,

In the city's streets, float

Slowly,

All become confused.

Is the tears?( 文章阅读网：www.sanwen.net )

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