The leaden sky is a heavy sign the sun is broken up by the bright white dregs the ringing in my ears is sharp quickening, quickening The low-flying swallow makes a figure of eight as it flies over the valley of buildings an evening shower is on its way On the path of cloudy weather, a girl who forgot her umbrella is fearfully walking in the rain because I am also stuck in cowardice I look up to the sky
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