The rain girl opened the closet, with emotions of excitement and sorrow, romantic and exhausted, ticking, ticking... Watching the baptism of vegetation and the sky, shuttled through the city where the rain sang. In April, broadcasts, waves, and lines are like changing rains. They are light and full of poetry. Or printing, or jacquard, or embroidering, or superimposed on each other, a trace, a drop, fell into our hearts. The simple wave points are delicately combined, large and small, patchwork, fresh and playful, full of innocence, full of vigor and vitality. Like a string of raindrops, ticking like a rhythm beats the skin, pulsing with the heartbeat.
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