I love him so much, but I don't have the courage to stand up to a dead man. If I could meet that person before him, would I be able to get his love? The answer is unknown, so let me, the coward, escape first!
Whenever it rains, I think of my own cowardice, loving but not daring to love.
It's escape, it's regret. It doesn't matter, I just know that the rain reminds me of him, and I want to learn to be brave.
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