Music is like rain, music is raining. The audience sat in the rain, many soaked souls. Sitting happily or unhappy, no one holds an umbrella. The poster can take a look at how the poet Yu Guangzhong described it:

"Concert"

All the white keys just cried

One black key

Grieved and crying quietly in a corner

Black key cried very mysteriously

White key cried very sadly

That girl hasn’t come yet

White keys, white keys, black keys, white keys

That girl, why don’t you come

Is it raining outside the window? Outside the window

There is no rain. The long street is filled with moonlight

Music is like rain, music is raining

The audience is sitting in the rain, many soaked souls

Happy or not Sitting happily, no one holds an umbrella

(Not yet, that girl

Not yet, not yet!)

Black Key Black Key White keys, black keys

That girl, that girl

Music rain flows through my hair, my forehead

Music rain flows through, coolness On the ground, the musical rain

flows away.

Music rain, music rain

Music washes the white teeth of the piano

(White teeth, white teeth, white teeth)

Chopin, Chopin, Chopin will never be forgotten

(Black Keys, Black Keys, Black Keys)

I can’t forget George Sand, George Sand

Chopin died in the last century

(That girl, that girl)

My love died tonight

Who else is waiting, in the rainy season

Still breathing and brewing rain The air

still endures the sad rule of time

Only the music is still falling

Why is the music rain still falling, sometimes

dripping, Sometimes melancholy

The pattering of the eaves, the eaves

The eyelashes, the pattering of the eyelashes

Applause splashed, the notes fell

Wings, Wings, petals, petals

The precipitation, the flying flying

(My love dies, tonight)

Stepping out of the hall, there is no need to wade into the depths The note of the ankle

Walking in the moonlight that does not know whether it hurts or not

The Cantabile Adagio flows slowly

(That girl, that girl)

Should I backstroke, or should I swim back on my belly

Should I be more jazzy, or should I be more knightly?

Crying for love, is it beautiful or stupid

(Shadows of trees, shadows of trees)

Should love be classical or romantic? Love

Hold an uncut music ticket

At a loss, I don’t know what to do Tear the past into colorful memories

Let the moonlight drift down the street, or

Watch it in a pirate version of Shakespeare

(Love's Labour's Lost)< /p>

Should love be remembered or forgotten, love

(Moonlight, tree shadow, moonlight, tree shadow)