The weather was cold. The wind which blew to my face made me comfy.
I was standing alone, looking at the rain drops. It took me into the memories. A piece of memories of mine.
I was cool at times, even loneliness fills.
And one of Jay Chou's songs always in my mind when the rain come. 枫(Feng, maple).
Ouside is stopped raining. I knew I wasnt alone. I knew there would be someone doing the same thing like me, having the same thought like me.