——On the train when we arrived, I fell asleep leaning on your shoulder. When I woke up, eight hours had passed. When you look up, you can see the graceful jaw line. Your eyelashes fall over your face, casting tiny shadows. At that time I was moved.
——You woke up, and for the first time you did not frown but smiled slightly. Your slender fingers drew accurate and gentle curves and landed on the corners of my lips. "Saliva." You said with a smile, your eyes as cool as a stream filled with tenderness and pampering.
——I think of the dream I just had. In that dream, the sky in the distance was covered with thick nimbus clouds, and the splash-like color seemed to be dripping from the sky to the ground. The moist smell of an approaching rainstorm could be smelled in the air. You turned the handle of the umbrella in your hand and stated lightly: "It's going to rain." You frowned and asked me, "Have you finished your homework?" The corners of your lips pulled up in a familiar arc. The long eyelashes covering the eyes and casting fine shadows near the bridge of the nose have always made me feel beautiful.
——The raindrops jumped in bright arcs on the umbrella surface. The percussion sounds like bouncing notes. The cutting of the umbrella surface often makes me think that the inside and outside of the umbrella are two different worlds. Even time becomes infinitely long.
——It seems like it can go on like this forever.
——I want to keep going like this with you.