I know you don't have an umbrella, and I happen to have an umbrella in my hand. I am desperate to run for you, just to open an umbrella for you.
Along the way, the rain wet my hair, clothes and shoes. But I don't care about these, I just want to open an umbrella for you. I'm afraid you'll get wet in the rain, catch cold and be lonely and helpless there.
When I came to your side, you were squatting under one roof alone, and the rain had soaked your whole body. You looked up and saw me. I gave you a smile.
I stretch out a hand, you slowly stretch out a hand, and I pull you into my arms. We seem to feel each other's heartbeats. You are blushing. I hold your hand in one hand and hold an umbrella for you in the other.
No matter how heavy the rain is in the future, I am willing to play an umbrella for you forever, to cover your sadness and troubles and bring you happiness and sweetness.