Rain, it's raining again.

Standing under the eaves of a convenience store, watching people without umbrellas dash into the rain, I suddenly feel this scene is so familiar. Like that April when we first met in Shibuya, everyone was soaked through, yet everyone was smiling.

To be honest, I don't miss those days of being betrayed, used, and backed into a corner. But I do miss those moments when we were willing to keep running together even in the rain.

Tokyo's rain always stops, but some things, once changed, can never go back.

Don't forget today—is that thing you want to change still there in your heart?