I hate the rain, I hate that it makes people's voices sound weak, and those unspoken retentions mix with the accumulated water and flow all the way into the sewer, and the echo refuses to leave the bottom.
I hate the rain, I hate that it swells the memories and makes them all blurry, pattering in my heart.
I hate the rain, I hate it like a chattering bystander, knocking on the window lattice and repeating those regrets, but unwilling to give me a sunny day to dry up the past.
I hate rain, hate that it makes loneliness concrete. Others hold umbrellas and walk towards the lights, but I can only stand under the eaves and watch my own shadow in the stagnant water, being soaked into a blur of ink.
I hate the rain, hate it turning the intersection into a swamp. We have obviously gone a long way, but when we look back, we can still see the footprints of that year, deep and shallow, not washed away into a mystery.
I hate rain, hate that rainy day on the flight to Tokyo, because it made me blur the figure of Xiaobao chasing after me without noticing.
Intent: to connect parting, reunion, growth and redemption, focusing on the youthful bonds and emotional transformation of the band members