Legend has it that rain is the tears of an angel, and each drop is a miss.
One is a woman on earth, the other is a messenger of heaven, and a sky strip breaks apart the tightly connected hearts.
The woman died for the angel, and the angel who couldn't die cried for the woman. Every time she missed it turned into rain, dripping into the earth to mourn her lover.
Whenever it rains, it's when angels miss it. Today's rain has been a long time, and I remember the memories you gave me in the rain.
I left a wayward memory without wanting to lose it, so I want to let you know that my tears in the rain are so clear by the tears of an angel.
Do you know? I miss you very much when it rains, not only the tears of angels but also my deep thoughts.