mixed with the raindrops in the night,
beat on the heart carefully,
no hoarseness,
no pain and tears,
just deep powerlessness.
The sadness that fills my heart,
surrounds my heart, and
never goes away.
On this rainy night, I watched the movie quietly under the quilt. There was no intense mood ups and downs. Maybe more often the sadness can't be told, or even can't find an outlet to vent, it has always been there, unavoidable. There is not much attraction in the storyline of the movie. After watching it, all I can remember is the little love songs and Paris in the rain, which are beautiful and sad. . . . . .
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