Lately, every time I see you from the bus, you look unhappy, as if you are confused by something.
We will be at your home in just a few stops
In this narrow space, you are a little anxious.
The rain outside is falling slowly. I hope you can stay longer.
Unintentionally, there are no umbrellas around you. I'm a little bit happy. You don't seem to have an umbrella!
I pulled the armrest of the car and looked outside, more like looking at you.
You are finally getting off the bus.
Several old people moved slowly from the car, time seemed to have stopped, and their bodies were out of control...
The rain started to fall little by little, and some of it fell on my head and clothes. It turned out that I forgot to hold an umbrella.
I'm a little worried that I've accidentally been fascinated by you. It's because every time you look gloomy, I still feel compassion for you.
After thinking about it for a long time, I realized that you were walking in the rain, walking very fast, faster than the rain falling.
Maybe it's because I have more natural advantages than you and I quickly caught up with you.
You seemed to be stunned and looked at me. I put the umbrella on your head.
The first time I saw you smile
Are those your tears in your eyes?
Or is it the casual rain?