I have an orange umbrella.
There is a vague pattern on that umbrella.
Although ordinary, it means a lot to me.
There used to be
I have a close friend.
We have many wonderful memories.
He gave me an umbrella before he left.
I used to be close to him.
Almost inseparable
We hold hands every rainy day.
Walking on the road with an umbrella.
Now, now.
We live apart, not in the same city.
He left with an umbrella.
I dare not expect him to be disappointed in me.
Just as I dare not expect the lost umbrella to appear again.
Ah, time is slowly passing.
The distance between you and me is getting farther and farther.
Like that orange umbrella.
If you lose it, you won't come back.
I can only hope that you will get better and better in the future.
I just hope that the umbrella can meet a responsible owner again.