It's raining outside the window.
A light-colored umbrella, you stand under the umbrella, looking at me with a warm smile.
For a moment, in this late autumn, there is the meaning of spring.
Here we meet.
From that moment on, all I could think about was you.
Even though I keep trying to deny myself because I don't know.
Where is the future?
When will I think of your long silver hair like water?
When will I think of your fair and flawless face?
When will I think of your crystal blue eyes?
When will I think of the faint smile on the corner of your pretty mouth?
When did I get used to your big black-rimmed glasses?
When did I get used to being around you.
You were sharp and dazzling at that moment.
At that moment, you were quiet and gentle.
I'm always wondering which one is the real you.
But no matter what, I think I like you so much.
I like your slender fingers,
I like your smile in the spring rain,
I like the corners of your mouth raised while holding the coffee,
I like you under that umbrella,
Call softly,
my name.
If, yes,
If you can survive.
I think,
you will be,
Me.
The most beautiful bride! !