It’s pouring rain—lightning flashes and thunder roars
Somehow I miss it: back in Dali, in the courtyard’s corridor, days when we ate homemade hot pot together—also with rain falling
Back then, we were just young
But before college—those days are never something I miss. They were hard, poor times, with no warmth
When it rains next time and I start missing it, I don’t know how many years from now it will be
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Somehow I miss it: back in Dali, in the courtyard’s corridor, days when we ate homemade hot pot together—also with rain falling
Back then, we were just young
But before college—those days are never something I miss. They were hard, poor times, with no warmth
When it rains next time and I start missing it, I don’t know how many years from now it will be
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