In this rainy city, there has always been someone who is willing to hold an umbrella for me since I was a child. Sometimes I can't help but think that if one day he is no longer in this city, I will have to get wet in the rain. Maybe I am too hypocritical, because of this person's existence, I have long been accustomed to not carrying an umbrella. If that day really comes, maybe I will stupidly get wet in the rain, imitate the heroines in those sad dramas, and cover up the tears. Maybe, maybe he will run out from somewhere, regardless of the heavy rain, shield me from the rain, hold an umbrella for me, nagging me about my childishness, and wipe away the rain for me. Maybe, maybe I, an ordinary person, will have the good luck of the protagonist...