Raindrops fell and wet the entire eaves. You stood on my left side while soaking wet. You were as beautiful as a fairy in a splash-ink painting. I came closer and handed you a handkerchief. You suddenly smiled and said your thanks shyly. The shower stopped and you just walked further and further away.
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The first time I met you was in the rain. We smiled at each other and talked about everything in the rain.
Since that time, I have fallen in love with you. The gentle smile, the elegant manners, the heart, beats gently, and the blush on the face becomes thicker and thicker.
Until we meet again.
If I could look at you a few more times, I would borrow a handkerchief and kiss your face; if we could meet again on a rainy day, could I invite the fairy in the painting to enjoy the flowers and the full moon together?