I have been waiting, waiting for you to notice me, waiting for you to discover me, waiting for you to gaze at me, waiting for you to fall in love with me. Even if there are no vicissitudes of life and no ends of the earth, I still want to wait. Waiting for you to look back at me and smile at me in the rain. I raised my head and turned the checkered umbrella, and the raindrops splashed. The clouds are no longer thick, the sunset replaces the rain, and gradually sets in the west. And you, under the sunset, smiled at me and stared at me.