[Naruto + The Prince of Tennis] The Gale of Light-Years

I opened the curtains and saw a flood of beautiful sunlight spilling across the floor.

It mingled with the dust, blending into lovely colors.

If, for just one moment, I had once met the light.

Just suppose the light and the mist had met.

They would have cast a hazy, mistlike glow, still beautiful.

Just like having you by my side, giving me the warmth I long for most.

Perhaps it was only an illusion, something I could see but never touch,

but I wanted to risk everything

even if it meant being shattered to pieces.

This is my path.

Four scenes of love and laughter

I'll be alright being alone

I'll be okay

I suddenly remembered that long stretch of time you spent with me, so long ago, and the stains in my memory that will never wash away.

Like those first words, and the final ones.

Were both our eyes and our feelings built on using each other?

When we should both have faced our true feelings.

Qing Lan

The first time you held my hand, it suddenly started to rain.

That day, the raindrops tasted sweet, and even taking shelter was a joy.

I never knew stars could shine in your eyes, or that a rainbow was hidden in your pocket.

You gently breathed on the window and drew a road into my heart.

Counting the rain beneath the eaves, quietly leaning on you,

the raindrops slowly became a river, carrying away that summer.

Counting the rain beneath the eaves, later, you were gone.

The raindrops became tears, carrying away the you who once loved me,

the you who taught me to smile.

The first time I let go of your hand, the sky suddenly cleared.

That day, the rain was transparent, and your back was soaked.

I never knew the stars from the beginning of life could shine in the daytime sky.

I gently breathed on the window and drew a road toward tomorrow.

Counting the rain beneath the eaves, I still want to lean on you.

The raindrops slowly became a river, carrying away that summer.

Counting the rain beneath the eaves, now you are gone.

The raindrops became tears, carrying away the you who once loved me,

the you who taught me to smile.

I count each raindrop. Simplicity is beautiful.

Yesterday, it was a roof over my head. To walk out, all I need is the courage to take a deep breath.

Counting the rain beneath the eaves, I still want to lean on you.

The raindrops slowly became a river, carrying away that summer.

Counting the rain beneath the eaves, now you are gone.

The raindrops became tears, carrying away the you who once loved me,

the you who taught me to smile.

Look at the rain beneath the eaves, telling how love is a miracle.

When I've finished counting, I'll walk out.

The style of this story is undecided; sometimes happy, sometimes sad. It may get a little childish at times, and the shifts can be jarring. Read at your own risk.

Background music: Cai Chunjia, Rain Beneath the Eaves