The rain under the streetlights is dyed golden and constantly falls like a falling waterfall

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The rain under the street lamp is flying and falling wantonly. Only rain knows the watchfulness of the street lamp

The rain under the street lamp is such a night. I hold up my umbrella and go out. I walk in the rain under the street lamp. The rain curtain and warm lights make me moved. I can't help myself. I listen and I stop

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