The Rain Has Not Cleared Yet

Before the sun comes, it seems to be raining all the time. Heavy rain falls on people's hearts, but tears flow down uncontrollably. Someone once said that rain is like silver-gray sticky spider silk, weaving into a soft web that covers the whole world. The rain is like a kite with its string broken, unable to find the way it came from. It drifts wherever it goes. In fact, the rain is like nothing. Just because we want to cry, the rain turns into tears for us and flows on the earth to preserve our last bit of stubbornness. In order to retain the unforgettable past, they have been searching for the power called "love" alone, until one day a girl unexpectedly smiled at him in the rain pavilion...