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The rain falls gently between the walls; dewdrops are dripping from the eaves and splashing onto the slab stone road. The mosses growing in the cracks are like water stains that extend up from the corner of the brick walls. Tiny greens found on the top of the walls glistened in the rain; the green foliage brought about peace and tranquility.
A lady holding an umbrella emerged from one end of the alley. Her face is unclear, because she is only but the soul of a poet. The soul cannot be described physically, but can be understood through its distinguishing character.
And so a phrase from the poem comes to mind: “Alone holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wander along a long solitary lane in the rain”. The melancholic, lilac-like lady represents the intense loneliness felt walking down the slab stone-paved alley. Time and space stand still at this moment; this is not an ordinary alley, but an imaginary world of the poet.
His soul drifts into a rainy alley; the rain represents his deep sadness. The towering walls he had created in his mind block out the hustle and bustle, separating the real world from his own imaginary world.
Reality is snowing relentlessly under the blazing sun, while his heart is blossoming beautifully during the rainy night between the walls.