It was raining, the asphalt pavement was cold and wet, and the blue, yellow and red lights were flashing. We sheltered from the rain under the arcade and watched the green mailbox stand alone across the street. There is a letter for my southern mother in the big pocket of my white windbreaker.
KINOMOTO SAKURA said that she could post the letter for me with an umbrella. I nodded silently and handed her the letter.
"Who told us to bring only a small umbrella?" She said with a smile, holding up an umbrella and preparing to cross the road to post the letter for me. Raindrops on her umbrella ribs splashed on my glasses.
With a top-notch brake sound, KINOMOTO SAKURA's life flew gently and landed slowly on the cold and wet street, like a butterfly at night.
Although it is spring, it seems to be late autumn.
She just crossed the street to post my letter. I will never forget this simple action. I slowly opened my eyes and stood under the arcade blankly, with tears in my eyes. All the cars in the world stopped and people flocked to the middle of the road. No one knows that it is my butterfly lying on the street. At this point, she is only five meters away from me, but it is so far away. Bigger raindrops splashed on my glasses and into my life.
Why? Take only one umbrella?
However, I saw KINOMOTO SAKURA wearing a white trench coat and holding an umbrella, crossing the road quietly. She is going to post the letter for me. Yes, it's a letter to my southern mother. I stood at a loss under the arcade, and I saw the cherry forever walking into the street. In fact, it didn't rain much, but it was the biggest rain in my life.
That letter was written like this. Does KINOMOTO SAKURA know?
Mom: I'm going to marry KINOMOTO SAKURA next month.