The rain that welcomes longing

You will always remember that sentence

I don't know when you were lying in the blanket you liked the most

When you see the purple wine swaying in your glass

Or when you see the pen moving in your hand without a word

I can imagine as if it will happen in the future

Many are alone

You will be busy diving and bringing up the taste

Tasting it little by little

And you will know that the taste has changed It was only yours a few years ago

Then you will miss the moment

"How can I smile like this?"

You will only ask in your mind In the falling rain, you will miss me

Like how I feel today

The cornucopia seems to have no end