它在滴水，从头开始就不再温暖。
It's dripping, it's no longer warm from the beginning.


它在抱怨，被遮住的太阳无法给予它燃烧的情绪。
It is complaining that the obscured sun cannot give it a burning mood.


他在抱怨，稍温的水滴划过他的脸庞，一片疙瘩。
He was grumbling, and the slightly warm droplets of water were plastering across his face.


他在接受，可水滴在落下前早已冰凉，无法接受。
He accepted it, but the droplets were too cold to accept before they fell.


太阳拨开乌云，熊熊怒火倾泻而出，它得以燃烧。
The sun lifted the clouds, the fury poured out, and it burned.


他在休憩，无法感受见它那时的温暖。
He was resting, unable to feel its warmth.


它在抱怨…它燃烧殆尽。
It's whining... It burned out.


他睁开眼，它在滴水…从头开始就不再温暖。
He opened his eyes, it was dripping... It's no longer warm from the beginning.


---作者 我
---Written by Me