"On this windy day, I tried holding your hand
but the rain intensified until I could no longer see you.
How much longer must I wait to be by your side
until the weather clears?
Maybe then I'll feel a little better
..."
The lyrics no longer have Xian Yu's 'Artistic Touch' from before.
This time, Xian Yu seems to be targeting 'Artistic Touch with Emotion.'
Starting from the directly ascending musical scales, there's a childlike tone as if flaunting silently:
Impressive, isn't it?
This childishness is precious in itself, simple and straightforward, just like the innocence of an adolescent.
Secret crush.
The quiet sprouting in adolescence.
Is it possible to try confessing?
Some cautiously attempt it only to silently give up.
Fortunately, it's raining, so no one can clearly tell whether those are tears or raindrops, just like no one knows who is crying in the rain.
It would be better once the weather clears.
Youth transforms into memories.
