Rain, fall quietly.
He and she were destined to meet in the rain.
The beauty of being 17 years old. The innocence of 17 years old.
First love is like a cool drizzle, lingering and sweet.
Changes after separation.
He and she are destined to meet again in the rain.
Why are mature people so strange to each other?
The rain gradually became heavier and flooded everything.
Are you deliberately trying to forget, or are you unwilling to remember.
Have the good things in the past faded away with the passage of time?
All gone.
Isn't it
The dark past ended all good things.
Still, at least.
We choose to remember those sweet things.
Those throbs.