She lost her father in an accident when she was young, and has grown up hiding in guilt.
In the flower-like years, the young man with melancholy eyes became the sweet secret in her heart.
Until one day, he said he liked her.
I thought this was the best gift of youth, but misunderstandings turned sweetness into bitterness.
But people who had never cared about it held up an umbrella for her in the rainy season, and smiled brightly at her even though they were soaked to the skin.
She said, although time is lost, I am willing to hold on to it.