Traveling around the world and dancing alone, who knows her loneliness?
She is the darling of nature,
Sometimes coquetry, sometimes willful.
She likes walking in spring,
It seems a little more lingering;
She likes running in summer,
It seems that there is another generosity.
Rain always dances alone,
No matter who knows her beauty.
It's raining,
The drizzle seems to tell the feelings of girls;
Mixed with lightning and thunder,