C67 Me too

"Come, let me listen to a song with you. It's very nice!"

She put an earphone in my ear and put the other one in her ear.

When my childhood was noisy and willful, my grandmother would always sing to comfort me, my grandmother's brother comforted me on summer afternoons, the song seemed to be sung like this: It was going to be dark, it was going to rain, it was going to rain