In a Room Where Rain Once Sat Some days feel like an open window— cloud-framed, wind-fragile, where nothing enters but a silence soaked in rain. 我把整天的云都留给你， 藏在一首歌里，藏在不问的信里。 I watched the drizzle blur the outline of my longing, but never wipe it clean. It was always meant to remain—half a shape, half a sound. 你有没有听见风在说我？ 还是你把雨声当成了别人的想念？ I gave you the rain not to wash you away— but to keep you here, where the air still smells of something unspoken. —m...