Chapter Text
The rain is like another language
Shrouding my sense of hearing
The sky is like my understanding of you
Always with limits
Rain is falling like another world
The edges of the blurry windows
Emotions fell onto the floor
A sequel emerges
My love, you only said goodbye
After turning around
That moment of silence suddenly became so clear
Just like the grey clouds saying cold love
You are my lover
But you are so cold, babe
I don't understand
Do you love me so?
Crying, the sky is crying
You are my lover
But you are so cold, babe
I don't understand
Do you love me so?
Crying, the sky is crying
This torrent of rain has turned
Everything into a blur
Or maybe it's just my misunderstanding
If I say I love you, would you
Reply with the same intensity
The drops of rain cover up tears
Inexplicably filled with emotions and thinking about our relationship
You will come closer or drift further
I will be waiting in the rain
My love, you only said goodbye
After turning around
That moment of silence suddenly became so clear
Just like the grey clouds saying cold love
You are my lover
But you are so cold, babe
I don't understand
Do you love me so?
Crying, the sky is crying (Dont cry)
You are my lover
But you are so cold, babe
I don't understand
Do you love me so?
Crying, the sky is crying (You're so cold)
Don't be so cold, my babe
I wish you are here, baby
All I want is you
All I want is you
Don't be so cold, my babe
I wish you are here, baby
All I want is you
All I want is you
Credit to: Genius Lyrics
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雨. Yû. 8 strokes. The rain.
大雨. 大 Dà, as in big. 大雨, Dàyû. Heavy rain. Downpour.
雨滴. 滴 Dī, as in dripping drop. 雨滴, Yûdī. Raindrop.
Kwon Soonyoung stares at the water puddle beneath his shoes. Its clear, stark black water reflects his face, mirroring the storm behind his eyes. Silent and still yet riddled with thoughts, he looks stricken; as if he has just faced something emerging quietly from the depth of his deepest fear. Clouded with pain, an unspeakable loneliness of being unheard settles into his bones; unnerving.
天空.Tiānkōng. The sky. 天空是极限, “The sky is the limit”. If it's like the sky, then it's within limits. Is it?
Before he got his answer, the puddle rippled. Before him, a car stopped. The driver, slowly lowering the window, smiled worriedly before shouting: “Hyung! Quickly get in!”
All the worries, fears, and pains clouding his face were instantly vaporized. The heavy, contemplative Kwon Soonyoung disappears within the wind. With swift ease, he closes his umbrella, hops into the passenger seat; all while summoning the happy and cheerful Kwon Soonyoung with a big grin on his face.
“I’m sorry. Did you wait long? The traffic is awful with all this rain. Oh no! Your shoes are wet!”
“Hey, don't worry. I get to breathe fresh air. It's all fine!” Soonyoung grinned, “did you finish the shoot smoothly?”
“Oh, yes! Everyone is very passionate about their work, so it's not hard to find a good angle or posture. We wrap it up very quickly. I really love working with them.”
Soonyoung grinned, patting the driver's head softly, “Well done.”
Filling their conversation was the radio; blasting with music from one song to another. While their conversation faded, Soonyoung grabbed his phone, fished out a cable from inside the compartment, and then smirked, “Let me pick the songs for us, okay?”
The other person, knowing his antics, laughed, “You know how to connect it, don't you?”
Soonyoung chuckled, connected his phone, bragged a bit, and then went silent. His finger scrolled slowly on the screen before pausing, pressing play on a certain song.
The melody filled the car in an instant. Its solemn, melancholic tune, along with its painful, heavy lyrics, weaved into the silence like pouring rain. All conversation died down.
From the window, Kwon Soonyoung can see Xu Minghao's reflection. He freezes for a second before adjusting himself, trying to mask his unease. Unfortunately for him, though, he is a terrible liar. When he laughed as if without care, Kwon Soonyoung could easily hear it—the awkwardness, the strained panic. So loud and explosive like it’s begging to be found.
“You like this, Hyung?” Minghao grinned, “my best song so far, is it not?” He laughed again, “I’m having fun making this.”
Kwon Soonyoung, the better liar of the two, turned to him and smiled, eyes shining like everything was fine. “I’m obsessed with it, Hao,” he said. “I think I’ve listened to it a thousand times already.”
Minghao threw him a smile. A flash of pain crossed his face before disappearing. “What do you think?” he asks. Slowly, this time. More careful. More strained.
The light turns red.
“Beautiful,” Soonyoung murmured, reaching out to touch Minghao’s hand on the armrest. He caresses it softly, their eyes locking. “You’re doing a great job, Hao. Ah, it's my favorite so far.”
Minghao, the bad liar that he is, showed another flash of pain before smiling back. Caressing Soonyoung's hand with tenderness, he whispered. “Thank you, Hyung.”
The light turned green. Silence gripped them once more. Neither spoke another word until they arrived at their destination. The music continued flowing, wrapping around their silence like an ocean. The song’s lyrics clung to Soonyoung’s mind as if they spoke directly to him, like a memory he could not escape.
Humming, he looks out the window again, watching as the rain blurs the outside world, leaving Minghao’s reflection hovering between him and the world beyond. 仿佛另一种语言. Like another language. 覆盖我的听觉. Shrouding his hearing.
The melody was still flowing. Minghao’s honey voice was still lingering like a whisper.
Crying, so he sang,
The sky is crying.
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Jihoonie: So what would you name it?
Jihoonie: What is the title?
Umbrella.
우산
雨伞.
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Soonyoung feels the weight of his gaze. He always does.
While dressing, Soonyoung sighed. A frown formed on his forehead.
“We will meet each other again tomorrow anyway, right?”
“I know.”
A bad liar that he is, Minghao’s smile was so strikingly clouded with disappointment. Soonyoung tore his gaze away. His heart sank.
Nobody said anything even after Soonyoung was fully dressed. Bag on his shoulder, he was glancing at Minghao's back. In the pantry, Minghao was busy—or at least trying to be— making a cup of tea. The silence stretches between them. Nobody wanted to say a word.
Soonyoung opened his mouth, and then closed it again. He feels like he is waiting for something—for Minghao to say something, maybe. But he doesn’t know what.
The silence was not broken, though, even after minutes passed by. At some point, Soonyoung gives up. He wore his shoes. He pulled the doorknob.
“Goodbye,” he whispered.
He didn't look back.
He rarely did.
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Kwon Soonyoung tries, at his very best, to not stare back. He knows what that gaze means. Disappointment, perhaps, but mostly pain. Soonyoung wanted, desperately, to explain himself. But what for? It's not like it would make anything better.
“So if you want to room with Wonwoo… well, Seokmin with Seungkwan, okay… Minghao with Hansol, then. Everybody already has a room now, right?”
When Soonyoung turned around, laughing about something he didn't even know about with Lee Chan, the gaze was still not leaving him. Plastered itself on Soonyoung's nape, he was begging again and again to be heard.
He is waiting. Soonyoung knows he is waiting. For Soonyoung to turn around and take back his decision, he means. Which is very stupid of him, knowing full well that Soonyoung wouldn't ever do that. How many times has this happened? How can he not know?
When Soonyoung stopped in front of his room, the weight of the gaze slowly dissipated. Not long after, it vanished completely. When Soonyoung looked back, Minghao was already on his way. Giggling about something with Chwe Hansol, their arms on each other’s shoulders.
Before the sword struck him, Soonyoung got away. He retracted his gaze, entered the room, and drowned his face on the pillow.
Soonyoung wished he could take it back. He always wished he could take it back.
And as usual, he just drowned himself deeper.
He would never gain his courage.
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Soonyoung sat. As careful as he can. On his left, Minghao smiled weakly. Soonyoung wondered what kind of expression he was currently wearing. How did he look to Minghao? How did he react?
When he looked back, Minghao froze. Reflected in his eyes were Soonyoung, frowning and angry.
To Minghao, he looks like the usual Kwon Soonyoung.
Soonyoung turned away in an instant.
“Well, now that everybody is here, let's do the cheers!!! Congratulations to us for yet again finishing our world tour SMOOTHLY!!!! Salute!”
All glass raised. Clanking loudly. Everybody gulped the beer in one go, screaming freely afterward.
A celebration, a party.
Soonyoung enjoyed it. Wanted to, at least. His mind is elsewhere.
Try not to lean on him. Tries not to touch a single inch of him. Try not to look like they were more than everyone already assumed. Five centimeters is too close, dodge away. One accidental touch, and his whole gut would've lurched as if an earthquake.
Soonyoung doesn't remember at what point, but when everybody started getting scattered around to do karaoke and dance, Minghao suddenly stood up. At the empty chair at the farthest spot of the table, one that is supposed to be Hong Jisoo’s, he sat down.
Soonyoung was already too drunk to even think. He didn't know how he reacted to that. He just remembered the clenching, undefinable surge of hollowness that attacked him right after. He could've said something. Do something. Beg for him to don’t mind his uncontrollable self.
But he didn't, as usual. He was drowning with himself, doing nothing. Unable to even let himself indulge in the regret.
As usual.
Somehow his mind got hazier and hazier. He was at the front, sometimes, singing and dancing with the others. At times he would sit back, drinking and laughing at whatever jokes someone was spewing.
Nearing midnight, a message chimed in.
Xu Minghao: I'm sorry.
Xu Minghao: I didn't leave that chair empty on purpose.
Soonyoung, again, didn't remember how he reacted to that. He just remembered putting his phone down. Went to the front, joined the others, drunk beyond help, grabbed the mic, singing his heart out while giggling and laughing.
That's the usual Kwon Soonyoung: cold and evil and a master of pretending. Being the asshole of the world who doesn't know how to handle his own fear.
Among the clamor of noises that they all make, not a single sound can defeat its loudness.
Except when Soonyoung hears his own heart explode into pieces.
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Soonyoung can feel his hands sweating. It's trembling. But the only witness of it is the bottom of the table.
Minghao is just as usual. Giving him his best-served tea. A weak smile plastered itself on his face.
Soonyoung can hear his own heartbeat. Beating and beating like a failure of a drum; slowly thumming onto his chest making it harder for him to breathe. Every single air in this room feels like it was sucked out of his proximity.
Kwon Soonyoung was left stranded in the desert with no oasis.
The starry sky is beautiful. How dare it be that beautiful? From now on he will really hate all beautiful things—except Xu Minghao.
“So you know…” a bad liar that he is, Minghao’s eyes were already full of glassy tears. It didn't drop, yes, but it was teary. “Should we just end this?”
No. Soonyoung spontaneously said. Not out loud, though.
No. He begged. Nononononono.
The silence went on for 10 minutes. Or maybe more. The ringing in his ears was too loud for him to even acknowledge it. He only knew Minghao shot him a look. An eye of a desperate, wounded deer. Pained and angry, of course, but mostly the unutterables. He was thinking to himself, probably: why are they like this?
Soonyoung, say something. Soonyoung had to say something.
He didn't.
Minghao didn't rush him.
As if he knew.
That he would say:
“Okay.”
The tea on the table is abandoned. They both were staring emptily at the pretty starry sky.
Minghao grabbed the cup, sipped it slowly.
“Ah,” he mumbled, “冷.”
冷, Lěng, he thought, frosty, calm, frozen, cold.
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“Are you all okay with Minghao now?”
Soonyoung stopped dead in his tracks. Heart lurched.
“What?”
“I don't know. This past… year? You and him seem very… distant? spaced?” Lee Jihoon didn't look at Soonyoung's direction. But Soonyoung feels like he is undressed. Forced to bare his fangs. Naked. “Cold? You, especially.”
冷.
Silence.
“What do we look like?” Soonyoung stilled for a while, “What do we look like if we weren't friends?”
Silence.
“Stranger. I think.”
Silence.
“It's good if you two finally make up,” he said again, “you two look fine now.”
Oh.
Silence.
“We are all relieved.”
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“Can I ask why, though? Suddenly?”
Silence.
“We were closer as friends. Don't you think?”
A bad liar that he is.
His smile is so fragile.
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When they arrived at the private beach, the other eight were already settled in their bean bags.
“Oh, welcome!!!” Lee Chan yelled. “Welcome to MY monthly gathering!”
Lee Chan’s idea of a monthly gathering was a movie night at a private beach. Hawaiian shirts were mandatory. Bean bags were provided. Do not arrive past six, he had warned.
Minghao had a shoot today, and Soonyoung was visiting his parents. My shoot location is near Namyangju. Do you want me to pick you up?
Yes, he had answered without hesitation.
Now, here they were. Out of the car, staring in awe at the private beach Lee Chan had rented.
“Oh, hi!” Seokmin called out. “Glad you two made it on time! Shua, Hannie, and Coups hyung are blowing up Chan’s messages right now.”
“I told them to leave earlier! They just wouldn’t listen!”
Soonyoung took in the scene. Bean bags were scattered across the sand, facing a large movie projector. Everyone had made themselves comfortable in their own way. Hansol used his as a backrest, sitting directly on the sand. Seungkwan sprawled with his legs draped over his bean bag, head resting carefreely on Hansol’s lap.
Wonwoo was sitting upright, engrossed in his phone. Jihoon and Junhui were fast asleep, while Seokmin and Mingyu were engaged in a ridiculous bean bag battle. Lee Chan was darting around, preparing who-knows-what, phone in his hands with his mouth rattling to the other line.
Six bean bags were empty.
“Chan is doing well, isn’t he?” Minghao giggled. “Let’s enjoy this private beach party.”
Soonyoung smiled.
Minghao dropped onto his bean bag, greeting Junhui with a playful kick.
Soonyoung froze.
He looked up at the sky—colors slowly descending into dusk. The sea, so still and calm, beauty on itself like an untouched canvas. Around him—laughter, conversation, warmth—was reverberating like a drop of happiness.
Nothing could go wrong, he thought.
With a heart as hard as a stone, he took a step.
Without a word, he dropped himself beside Minghao.
He felt Minghao froze. He felt himself freeze too. But neither of them moved away. Instead, Minghao shifted, making space for them both to sit comfortably—like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“You have your own bean bag, dumbass. Are you blind? It’s right there!” Chan scoffed. “Poor Hao hyung!”
“The color is ugly.”
“What the—?”
Against his skin, Soonyoung felt it—the gentle vibration of Minghao’s laughter. It traveled through his hair, his skin, his whole body. His heart, most of all. A melody he clung to like a lifeline.
He stilled, quietly surrendering to something he had lost months ago. To the ecstatic, addicting drug he had abandoned back then.
Then silence.
Knee to knee. Arm to arm. Shoulder to shoulder. Breathing the same air. Head to head. Body to body.
Soonyoung let himself drown in Minghao’s warmth. It had been so long that he had almost forgotten how intoxicating it could be. He could hear every inhale, every exhale. The way Minghao’s voice softened when he spoke to Junhui. The way he giggled at the reply. He could see the way his eyes lit up, the way they crinkled when he found something amusing.
Minghao, the way he always was. Perfection personified. A beauty frozen in time. Still the most precious thing a person could ever hold onto.
How dare Kwon Soonyoung ever break it apart?
“A bit too cramped?” Minghao murmured.
Soonyoung’s heart dropped. Is he going to push me away?
“Hold on,” Minghao said, tugging Soonyoung with him. Then, without hesitation, he lay back down—this time with his right arm spread open. He pulled Soonyoung with him, guiding his head to rest against his chest.
“Better now, right?”
Soonyoung didn’t know how to answer. His brain was hazy, his heart a mess. He let himself indulge, pressing his ear against Minghao’s heartbeat.
Beating. Beating. Beating. Again and again.
Warmth, steady, and familiar. A touch so soft it almost hurt—Minghao’s fingers absentmindedly carding through his hair.
Every single moment of this. Every single thing happening right now.
If they were still what they used to be, would Soonyoung have had the courage to let this happen?
As the night fell, after everyone gathered, and right when the movie started, comfort swallowed him whole. The warm night breeze cradled him. The movie faded into the background. His mind emptied, his face unreadable, but his chest—his chest screamed with how much he had missed this.
“Sleepy?”
Soonyoung hummed an answer, or at least tried to. His head rested against Minghao’s chest, unwilling to move, unwilling to let go.
“Just sleep,” Minghao whispered, a soft giggle slipping through his lips.
It stung.
Soonyoung pressed closer, as if that could somehow keep the moment from slipping away.
“It’s okay,” Minghao murmured, voice gentle, reassuring. “Good night, hyung.”
Back then, this had been them too.
Or at least, what Minghao had always wished they were.
And what Soonyoung wished he had the courage to be.
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When the song ended, both Lee Jihoon and Kye Byeomju didn’t comment. Jihoon uploaded the demo to his computer, clicking one to two things.
They still didn’t say a word.
“What do you think?” Soonyoung bit his fingers nervously. Eyes darting from Byeomju to Jihoon.
Nobody said a word.
“I mean, of course if both of you didn’t greenlight it—”
“Finished,” Jihoon sighed, “a little more arrangement, and this would be complete,” he patted Soonyoung’s shoulder, “good job.”
The silence stretches.
“Okay,” Soonyoung mumbled, “thanks, Jihoon-ah.”
Soonyoung didn’t know whether Jihoon or Byeomju realized it, but if they did, they masked it so well. Their reactions weren’t bad, it was exactly what he had wanted. But somehow, he felt disappointed. Unseen. He felt like he was remaining unseen somehow.
Taking off his headphones, Jihoon let the song blast into the room. The three of them went quiet as the melody filled the silence. The lyrics, seeped through the atmosphere like a whirlwind, weaving, dancing, but mostly screaming. All of its words were trying their best to find the intended ears.
The music stopped. Nobody said a word.
“Okay,” Byeomju nodded, “we will arrange a few things first and you can start recording it properly tomorrow morning. That works for you?”
Soonyoung smiled at Byeomju, “Thanks.”
“Just go home and take a rest. You still need to choreograph too, aren’t you?”
Soonyoung sighed. Grabbed his jacket and stood up.
“Soonyoung.”
Soonyoung stopped.
“You understand what this means, right?”
Jihoon’s eyes were locked on him. Serious, concerned, but mostly solid. Know your grounds, that’s what it gives, this is a confession that lasted a lifetime.
“I know.”
“There will be more people who would never connect the dots, yes, but there will be few who would. And few will eventually turn into many. This song a whole is a statement in itself. You know what this means for both of you, right?”
Silence.
“I know.”
Silence.
“Good.”
“Okay.”
Silence.
Soonyoung sighed, pulled the doorknob.
“Soonyoung.”
Soonyoung turned around.
“I’m proud of you.”
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Great job you two.
Fucking fantastic.
The room chat blasted with praises, as usual.
You two are great.
Woozi Bumzu, as expected. /clap/
Oh, Soonyoung hyung you composed your own song? THIS IS SO GOOD.
The praises went on even after an hour.
Just seem to be unable to put any of these songs down, Seokmin wrote.
Soonyoung is being his usual self, he replies to every single praise, making jokes (Thank you for your appreciation sunbaenim, please keep supporting HxW…^^)
But still, his heart was in chaos.
In the second hour, Xu Minghao posted the MV to his Instagram, “Very good~” he wrote.
And then nothing.
His heart deflated in an instant.
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After Jihoon finished explaining his own solo song, the interviewer’s eyes moved to Soonyoung.
“Now we move to the last track, Umbrella. I hear this is your first time composing all three minutes of the song on your own, Kwon Soonyoung-ssi. The lyrics are really… deep and very truthful. Mind to tell us what this song is about?”
Soonyoung’s eyes moved to the camera.
“Regret,” Soonyoung smiled weakly, “this song is about regret that someone might feel when they realize they didn’t treat the person they love properly, thus unintentionally hurting the other person. This is a statement… that…..”
Silence.
“Uh,” the interviewer nodded, “some kind of apology?”
Silence again.
“No,” Soonyoung stares at the camera, “just a promise.”
“Promise?”
“That I will learn to be better from now on.”
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“Minghao,” everyone’s eyes turned to him, “do you want to room with me?”
Minghao’s eyes grew bigger.
The silence prolongs. Soonyoung’s heart sank.
Before he could take his question back, though, Minghao took his hand. He giggled.
“Sure.”
“Okay, so if Soonyoung with Minghao… Mingyu with Seungkwan, I with Jihoon, then. Don’t forget to gather here again after putting your belongings, everyone. We need to go uphill as soon as possible if we want to catch sunrise.”
As he walked to their room, Minghao was behind him. Their hands were still intertwined. Warm, Soonyoung randomly thought. He gripped him tighter.
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When they reached the mountain peak, the rain fell.
Everyone was scattered around finding their umbrellas and raincoats before hiding underneath the nearest heavy trees.
Gripping his umbrella, Soonyoung catches Minghao’s hands, pulling him underneath a tree across the others. As the pitter-patter of the rain fell on their heads, Soonyoung opened the umbrella.
They both went quiet.
Soonyoung catches Minghao’s eyes; glints at the canopy. The gaze that he gave spoke volumes to what he really thought. What a terrible liar, Soonyoung thought. All week he had tried his best to avoid all the discussion about the song, and here he was. Vulnerable, open, honest.
Soonyoung grabbed his hand. Caressed it softly.
“Warm,” Minghao mumbled.
Silence.
“Hyung I…”
The words left unspoken.
I’m sorry; either Soonyoung or Minghao should have said that. Sorry I didn’t listen, Sorry I didn’t see, Sorry I didn’t speak, Sorry I didn’t. But what good was it for them? Does that take back their past? Of what they have done? Does it make everything correct? It didn’t.
So the silence lingers. Soonyoung stared at their intertwined fingers. Their hands; perfectly fitted with each other—a match made in Heaven. Its warmth; going against the coldness of the dawn air, of the freezing rain that rages before them, comforting them both.
Amidst the conflicting silence, their breath was syncing in each other’s harmony.
“I will try,” Soonyoung whispered. Minghao froze, “being everything we want to be. I’ll try…”
Their eyes locked with each other. One fleeting surprise, and then a deeper trench—hope, dream, and desire.
“We can’t go back to the way we used to be, I know” Soonyoung whispered again, “I don’t want to go back to the way we were anyway,” so he said, “one step at a time…” his fingers cradle on Minghao’s palm softly. So full of caution, of wants, of needs, “we don’t have to rush it…” Now Soonyoung’s hand moved to Minghao’s face. His eyes were still locked on Soonyoung—full of everything unspoken but mostly desires. Want. Need. Desperation. Longing. Longing. Longing. “But we can try to rebuild it anew, can we not?”
No words left. Without hesitation, Minghao goes against all of his repressed desperation. He grabbed Soonyoung’s neck, and cradled his cheek, all before putting his lips on Soonyoung’s like he wanted to devour him. Soft, tender, gentle, and loving. So thick of Want. Need. Desperation. Longing. Longing. Longing.
Back then, their kisses always feel cold. Soonyoung was worried about running away, and Minghao was worried about how to make him stay.
But now it doesn’t matter anymore. Kwon Soonyoung will stay, and Xu Minghao will stop him from running away.
“내 우산을 씌워줄게.” Minghao giggled in front of him, his breath on Soonyoung’s face, drowning all the sounds outside of the two of them, “is that what you are doing now?”
Soonyoung laughed. His hands caressed Minghao’s face. “我等在雨里面, that’s what you said anyway.”
They both laughed, again. Not all carefree, though, as there are still many things that were left unspoken that they had to tell. But it’s okay, at least they have promised now; to each other, that they will try. And there will be no more thing to worry about.
The rain is still falling. The sun has risen. In the distance, everyone started their day.
Xu Minghao gripped Soonyoung’s hand tighter, and so was Kwon Soonyoung.
“I love you,” he whispered. Almost too low of a whisper. Gone with the wind within seconds.
Seconds fleet by, their eyes locked with each other.
我说爱你 你可会
回应同样的热烈.
If I say I love you, would you
Reply with the same intensity?
“I love you too.”
빗소리 너머로 내 마음이 닿길 바라.
내 사랑은 언제나 진심이었어
I hope you hear me through the rain,
And know my love was always real.
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They are not okay.
They are not magically better.
But that’s okay.
One step at a time.
No need to rush it.
Rebuild it anew.
At least they knew that what they felt was real.
Is.
Always
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The rain tormented us like tears,
Yet I stood silent, lost in fear.
The path we walked stretched far and wide,
But I left you standing on your own.
Pitter-patter, the downpour falls,
A story I never found the words to tell.
Let’s listen to the rain like a melody,
This time, I offer you my umbrella.
My love, I know I let you down.
Maybe I was scared, maybe I was unsure.
But now, if you just turn around,
I will give you all my sun.
The love you placed within my hands,
The warmth I kept away from you—
Though it’s late, can you take it now?
Under this umbrella, let’s hold hands.
The love you placed within my hands,
The shelter I never gave to you—
Though it’s late, I offer it now.
Under this umbrella, take my hand.
The storm blurred everything we knew,
Or maybe I refused to see.
If I say I love you now,
Would you believe it’s finally true?
The raindrops hide the tears you cried,
But I still feel them deep inside.
Will you walk closer once again,
Or let the rain pull you away?
My love, I know I let you down.
Maybe I was scared, maybe I was unsure.
But now, if you just turn around,
I will give you all my sun.
The love you placed within my hands,
The warmth I kept away from you—
Though it’s late, can you take it now?
Under this umbrella, let’s hold hands.
The love you placed within my hands,
The shelter I never gave to you—
Though it’s late,
I offer it now.
Under this umbrella, take my hand.
Even when you cried, I stood too far,
Letting raindrops take my place.
But no storm can wash away my love,
I stay, I wait, beneath the rain.
Under this umbrella,
I hope the sunlight shines on us.
I hope you hear me through the rain,
And know my love was always real.
I’ll sweep away the tears I caused,
If you still walk with me.
Hold my hand—’
I’m offering you my umbrella