Chronicles of Legends from Another World

Patter, patter. The sky was cloudy, and the rain fell bit by bit, as if connected in a line, falling from the eaves; the houses on both sides still looked as familiar as before, but with a strange and gloomy feeling. The young man's earnest eyes dimmed little by little, and finally he huddled in the corner at the entrance of the fruit tea shop, not speaking, just silent, looking into the distance quietly, as if watching the sunset set little by little.