You must be in Rome now...
How are you today?
This city is gently covered with autumn rain.
The rain keeps murmuring in my ear,
and I can even hear your sounds,when you push the window
or wash a glass,hundred miles away...
I am wondering：
Are you satisfied,or frustrated?
Exhausted but sensitive?
Strong as a coming storm,
or weak as a swan feather?
I have no idea,however,
the rain brings a warm wet,
each leaf of the tree turns around his face,
again and again...