I always thought it was fate, God allowed me to meet you! But when we meet again, you still have that indifferent face, and your heart aches slightly. . . Do you still think of a girl who held an umbrella for you who was lovelorn, and stayed in the rain all night? I never dare to expect your love, even just a little bit! But, if I can make you remember me, even if you hate me, I will admit it! The angel flapped his wings and left, leaving only sad tears! When the love is deep, even the heart is slowly lost. . .