On the highway sign,
it says "Direction to Nanjing City".
Suddenly, there was a thunder,
and the sound of rain started, clang! Clang!
This is Nanjing City,
the rain is heavy.
The clothes hanging outside,
haven't had a chance to be brought back home.
The raindrops hit the ground,
as if they could explode.
People who are out are surprised,
crying and laughing, busy hiding from it.
The ground is its battlefield,
how mighty, how wild, how wild!
Everything is shattered into mist,
those, are all their remains.
They say this is rain from two or three years,
but it's actually a sentence from a hundred years ago.
Continuing with history,
falling deeper, into a more resilient soul.
Of course, the rain will eventually stop,
but the dark clouds are still churning forward.
Those who walk leisurely seem confident,
but they can't escape the shadows in their minds.
Of course, the rain will eventually stop,
but this is rainy Nanjing.
Brave people move forward in the sky,
occasionally crawling in the water pipes.
But, this is the rain of May 4th,
and it is also the convergence of the moonlight on May 4th.
Using countless threads to form a curtain,
covering the deserted area, blocking a bit of light.
But, now the rain has stopped,
the wind blows gently, very gently.
We don't know if it will rain tomorrow,
but after this season, it will still be sunny.