C167 When the Rain Drizzles the Sky Drifts past the Hometown of the Cloud.

When the rain was falling, the clouds of their hometown drifted across the horizon.

This was a misty, misty mountain, with the same colors as the river. It was also a misty place.

Traces of wind and drizzle caressed his clothes and moved his heart.

Let the rain wet his hair, let the wind dry his tears,

In any case ?

He didn't care about it. He didn't care about it at all ?.

A floating heart