"I worry that this seeping rain may leak through the umbrella." Yi Sang spoke, his voice delivered in a way that was described as 'lack of life', yet soothing to the ear. He gets you under the umbrella. Well, except for himself.

Let's keep standing with them along, whatever may come. That'll be the day, when our desires will succumb.

The thought of wanting to cover someone, on this wet day. In this moment, a wish and not a true yearning will stay.