The rain drizzles in that morning
- Poetry of Zhou Bangyan

The rain drizzled in that morning,

the spring hasn't come to my attic.

Rose and willow leaves cried for no reason,

a small swallow flew slowly in the rain.

Now sunshine paints my boudoir,

spring sleeps on the twig of peach tree.

On the bridge i stand silently listening to the rain

that day we were so happy to be tied in loving chain.