[YWW.ME] October 22, 2025. When the rain falls, my heartbeat is like the shimmering light on the umbrella. (Enyyyn)

The rain is the sky's hidden emotion, all falling onto the stars under this umbrella. The sailor uniform bow tie is damp, black hair tangled in the mist of the transparent umbrella—it's the unspoken, sticky, youthful unspoken feelings of "After the Rain." The moment you step into a puddle, even your breath is enveloped in the gentle blues.