Her hair was untwisted, and her sleeves hanging with the rain stretched out the window, stroking the young man's hair at the temples, and hugged him on tiptoe, "If I can live longer, maybe our promise will not be in vain."
She touched a little blood, and he felt a little tear.
"I haven't said what I want yet, Sumeijin."
This urgent hug presses something into the chest, and then pumps something out to return to the rainy day.
"Live a little longer, a little longer, Sumeijin."
"I will, I will live until the day we meet again, smile and say to you, take me home, Suchanghe."
Intention: Wandering across Jindu, there is you and me; chasing the river to the north, we reach the other side of the river.