It has been more than a week now, rain, rain, rain ... "Typical English weather!" I'm telling myself. But it's not true. We had a beautiful April. I remember those sunny and warm dates, warm like summer... see, it raised my expectation! Global Warming is the hottest topic at the moment, but how many people don't want a real hot hot summer? I know I do!
I'm now lying in my bed, listening to a new CD called Fleur De Paris --- sounds like Shanghai in 1930s --- mimi zhi yin. It's still raining outside. Looking out of my Velux window, the sky is grey, the rain is knocking on the glass. I have my lamp on, low light. I can see some steam floating in the air ... and I suddenly fell in love with the rainy evening.
Today is a lucky day for me, even it's raining. In my lucky days, I feel on top of the world. There is nothing, nothing can let me down. My future is full of hope. In my blue days, everything is just miserable, miserable, hopeless, depressing.... and I just let myself drift between highs and lows...
窗外，雨不停地下，已经十几天了，湿漉漉的，伦敦的初夏。
躺在床上，望着天窗，天空是铅色的，雨大滴大滴地敲在窗玻璃上。点着昏暗的灯，听着爵士乐，屋子里投着一层雾气。我突然爱上了这个雨夜。
