Night rain
Like a joyful beauty
Tiptoeing / with a pair of light feet
In front of me
Leaping / singing
The golden mimosa
Is like / the beauty having knocked over / her powder box
Releasing fragrance / like musical notes /
Wafting into his nostrils, refreshing and invigorating
He / folds up his umbrella
Stands still
As the beauty / dances on my shoulder
Performing her favorite / dance
Accompanied by / that music-like
Flower fragrance
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