The rain keeps falling. It seems to pour into my heart from the clouds. I walk quietly without an umbrella

The street lights reflect the puddles. It's like the reflection of a memory. I lower my head, afraid that my eyes will reveal something. In fact, my heart has been soaked

The rain falls into my heart, making me even more depressed. It's not that I don't want to hold an umbrella. I'm just afraid that the umbrella is no longer given by you

It was also raining the day you left. I smiled and said it's okay. Now I understand that it was actually my last time acting for you

The rain falls into my heart, making me even more depressed. This city is so crowded, but there is no roof to hide from you

What I want to say is covered by the sound of rain, just like your unfinished goodbyes, dripping, over and over again

The rain falls into my heart. I no longer ask where you are. Because some pains must be quietly soaked in the rain to be quiet

The rain has not stopped. I have not left. But this heart is slowly drying up