The sky hangs low... When the mountain, like a crouching beast, exhales fog, rain pours down. The rain, unable to withstand the speed on the wide subway window, hangs and flies away... Fortunately, the raindrops that reappear on the steel guardrail are shimmering and brilliant.
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