天下著細雨,一個人在車站等.
雨被風吹散,打在我的衣服上.
看見一絲一絲的雨線,
我想起北京的雨.

愛下雨的天, 下雨的時節.
我經常都認為自己的心情,
甚至整個生命都不時在下雨.

看著微微下的雨,
我有了個衝動,
好想好想跟雨你說說話,
告訴您我的一切,
我所听過的故事,
所學的知識,
還有我最珍貴的東西,
一些奇怪的想法.
雨呀,你就此帶我而去吧!
去哪裡? 我不在乎.

下雨, 沒有不好,
只是下多了, 有點小麻煩.

it rains, i stand by station alone,
winds’ breaking rains, piece by piece,
most drops hit my shirt.
feeling the lines rains draw to me,
it makes me think of a place, beijing.

i like raining days, and also the seasons raining.
most of the days, i thinking of my mind,
and even my life is always raining, heavily.

Seeing the rain coming down tenderly,
An impulse came up to me,
Want have a talk to the rain.
Tell you all my self,
All stories I heard,
All knowledge I have,
And the most value thing I own,
Some my curious thought.
Rain, takes me far away from here,
To where? I don’t care.

Raining, notthing bad of it,
just a little bit trouble i have,
when it rains too much.

BY Ben Zep