The hems of my trousers gently brushed against the water droplets on the road. It was the rain that had just fallen in my city. I'm sorry, when I wet your heart with my indifference towards the world, I no longer had the courage to hold an umbrella for you in this strange city. In these days when the deceased is like this, I am also grateful for what I had at least once. Even if I love you to hysterics, cry to death, hurt to the point of breaking my heart, hate to the point of deep hatred, I will still choose: continue to live a heartless life, waiting day and night for someone who can never leave me.