You once held a blue and white umbrella, standing on the Wangyou Bridge, covering me from the heavy rain falling from the sky, and covering me from the faint ink paintings in my heart. I still remember the deep soapy smell of your hair. This spring, when the blue and white umbrella fell to the ground, the words I could not say after all floated into my heart with the spring rain. I'm sorry that I failed for a short period of time and I failed the right person.