2015年11月1日 星期日

the teardrops which were falling into his heart from the sky .

A raining day , especially a rainy night , a  lonely night  seems so quiet for a lonely soul .
This night would provoke me inexplicable sadness, but it  might be special. I like "flapping" things , I also like walking in the rain, "Raindrop Prelude" is pure and clear, as the hymn-like fresh  with some quietness and sadness , while reflecting  my mood. George Sand once recalled, "that was the tile rain sound which made people think of falling on the monastery , but in Chopin's imagination, they  were  the teardrops  which were falling into his heart  from the sky .



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