... A story inspired by listening to a song~ This summer, the rain is pouring~ Just like that summer, the rain has not stopped... I blame myself for being a failure~ If I had bravely held your hand at that time, the person you love now is still me - a wedding invitation awakens memories from many years ago, and young and ignorant love is the most deadly regret medicine... If I tell you now~ are you willing to love me all over again... Are you okay? You are still the same person~ I won't blame you for this ending, I still miss you, I still miss you...