The fireworks of love that haven't been set off yet—I carry the loneliness of one person, holding an umbrella, passing through the silent night. My sorrow has soaked through my collar, not to mention broken; we just treat all this as the plum rains passing by.
The raindrops fall and retreat down the street, but the handwritten "Take Care" still lingers. That year, your silhouette shone, and I walked away.
"You still haven't answered me. Has your heart never once been moved by me? Have you truly never thought that one day we might actually be together? All these thoughts, have you really never had them, from the beginning until now?"
