Rain on my window,the glass also shed tears.People on the street looks a little better than my happiness.I have in your heart a little special?I guess you really feel,thoughts written in the face of the black eye.We can not stop the fantasy of forever.You do not understand the meaning of a smile,like a sunflower can persist silently in the night. Rain on my window,the glass also shed tears.People on the street looks a little better than my happiness.I have in your heart a little special?I guess you really feel,thoughts written in the face of the black eye.We can not stop the fantasy of forever.You do not understand the meaning of a smile,like a sunflower can persist silently in the night.