久違的雨天，讓我的心情跟著涼爽起來，
古典音樂和窗外的雨聲、手上的英文小說，
閉上眼，我腦海裡浮現撐著黑傘、頭戴禮帽的英國紳士，
即使雨中趕路，步伐仍不失優雅，
我幾乎可以聽到皮鞋敲在石板路上低沉抑鬱的扣扣聲，伴隨水花濺起。
不過回到現實，明天還是要上班，大不列巅王國只存在小說裡。
The long-waited rain raised my mood.
With the classical music the sound of rain drops outside the window, and one English novel by my hand,
it seems that some English gentleman, wearing a hat and holding a black umbrella, is passing by my door.
The English grace remains even in such a wet day.
Oh, I could even hear the taps of his shoes knocking the flagstone, low and grave,along with the raindrops
Back to the reality, tomorrow is Monday (again!). For me, the Great Britain exists only in the book.
古典音樂和窗外的雨聲、手上的英文小說，
閉上眼，我腦海裡浮現撐著黑傘、頭戴禮帽的英國紳士，
即使雨中趕路，步伐仍不失優雅，
我幾乎可以聽到皮鞋敲在石板路上低沉抑鬱的扣扣聲，伴隨水花濺起。
不過回到現實，明天還是要上班，大不列巅王國只存在小說裡。
The long-waited rain raised my mood.
With the classical music the sound of rain drops outside the window, and one English novel by my hand,
it seems that some English gentleman, wearing a hat and holding a black umbrella, is passing by my door.
The English grace remains even in such a wet day.
Oh, I could even hear the taps of his shoes knocking the flagstone, low and grave,along with the raindrops
Back to the reality, tomorrow is Monday (again!). For me, the Great Britain exists only in the book.
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