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When it rained that year,

Like stars falling to the ground,

A little starlight blooms on your skirt,

I dare not look up at your elegant gesture,

The fog blurred my eyes,

I don't want you to see it,

Because I love your tears,

Please don't look back,

I'm afraid you'll know later,

You already are,

The king in my heart.