为何窗前只能下着雨，带着冷风拨乱了思绪，日子越来越没有意义，是否知道我每天都想你。

Before why the window, only could rain, has the cold wind to dial the chaotic train of thought that the day did not have the significance more and more, whether to know I thought you every day.

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一切都安静了下来，脑里没有了乱思绪。

Everything was quiet, and the brain without the disorderly thoughts.

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