Foreword :This story was written by me after I heard the song named "雨想哭就哭吧" (Let the rain cry).So I made a decision to give it the same name ....Cuz I wrote it in Vietnamese ...But I'm not gud at English ... and I'm not confident in it too. Therefore, I have hongthanhnhan help me in translation my story into English.... Thanks so much, Hong Thanh Nhan !I dont know how to express my gratefulness to you.He said to me :"Hi Xiao-yu:The translation's done. I must say It's a good piece, from inner-psyche description perspective. I am afraid I couldn't have rendered it properly.Hope you like it."... I wanna tell you, i really like it !Information :Author : thinkofluv - Xiao YuTranslator : hong thanh nhan (Link to his profile)Date : 30/07/2010 (the day i wrote it)...Now, plz enjoy my story !
Let the rain cry ...
You and I have known for...a few months, seeming not long enough for me to say - if I don’t see you in a day, I will miss you very much...yearningly miss you ... But in fact ... I could have said that, but my personality does not allow me to be ... such sentimentally weak ... I cannot say I want to see you ...very much want to see you.It is the second day he hasn’t come here - where for the first time we met in a rainy afternoon, also where we often date.Sentiment is what hardly rationalizable? From first emotion when I met him, from the growing affection within me, from his gestures and actions that I have retained in my mind ...all have formed into a certain sentiment ... it grows, multiplifying thousandfold, ten-thousandfold.And then ... also in a rainy day ... the previous rainy day had been the day I first met him, then this rainy day was the first day for me ... when I ... realized I had really been in love to him.That day, the rain was not so heavy nor so light, I went to the date with an umbrella in hand. We appointed to join our study - he is one year my older, one year my school senior ... and coincidently fortunately we majored the same. I arrived, folded the umbrella neatly in a corner. I was waiting for him ...It kept raining ... riddling drops ... the rain wanted to blur the view in front of me, enabling me not to feel what was reality and what was hallucination ... all merged into one. Daydreamingly looking at the drippling rain, I suddenly winked my eyes, not understanding what raindrops ... just directly struck into my eyes ... I opened my eyes, looked at my watch, 30 minutes late already, I ... got a little worried for he had been punctual at such appointments and in cases of problems he had called to inform me right away ...In a flashing moment, I could not think of anything more, I was at a loss what to do ... Wait? Apparently the more I waited the more fuddling my head became ... I took the phone and called him ... “boop ... boop ... boop ... the subcriber you have just dialed is currently not available” ...I ... I got more discomposed, kept on pressing the phone to call ... frenzily. Each time hearing the voice of ...the operator, I just wanted to smash the phone into pieces ...Unable to contact for a while, I felt like running into the rain to look for him ... already 40’ late ... I fussingly packed books, took the umbrella about to run out, then ... from a distance, a figure was running up, rushing into my spot and ... stopped short in front!My vision faded, trying to compose myself after 5 ... seconds. I looked carefully, here he was! I smiled and the consternation abated somewhat ( actually almost gone!). I was about to ask him ...suddenly, he hugged me. Even though the raindrops had coated all over his clothes but ... despite the wet and cold, I felt so warm and safe.He told me , because he’d been in hurry, he’d left the phone home, while traveling his vehicle broke down, it had taken 30 minutes to fix and not done yet, therefore he’d rushed in here for fear of my having to wait long ... Then, I laughed and said “ everything alright!” but he did not realize that I was very pleased and happy because ... he had cared for me like that.That very day I thought, perhaps he ... liked me too.Due to his late arrival and the condition deemingly impossible to study, we walked home under the umbrella. Walking under the rain but the draindrops felt like ... dancing on the umbrella in his hand. I wished the time had stood still for ever, ever like that ...Two days, thought of as too long was untrue, as too short untrue, seemed like too short to become .. long and so long that ... actually it was too short!In my heart, I thought the feeling between him and me ... seemed strong enough, enough for him to know and to ever remember that there was a person who always cared for him and waited for his reciprocal cares. Because of that, I did not allow myself to show any ... sign of first confession to him ... I thus was in the position of waiting and hope ... within 2 days. And the time was long enough, short ... enough, I gradually realized one thing ... seemingly ... just as I loved him unilaterally....I sat silently in the room corner, waiting ... waiting his figure, waiting a message, a call from him ... Then time dispassionately passed and excruciated the pain in my heart, I ... I wanted so much as to know now where he was, with whom, ... moreover I could find the reason why he had not come up by me and especially ... I could have somwhat alleviated my missing him yearningly ...That night , I no longer could stand ...my pretentious appearance - sitting serenely and waiting leisurely, contradictory to the nervous fibers with neurons crashing disorderly in the head ... becoming entangling.I took an umbrella and walked toward his house ...Walking, by step, and step ... slowly ... Perhaps I still wanted him to be the first actor - to come and see me first.........Stop ...Everything was like an avalanche in front of me ....I couldn’t believe ... didn’t want to believe my eyes. He was walking with another girl with the same umbrella .... both happily laughing and talking ...I smiled and turned homeward - away from his direction ... - I ...had found out the reason why ... he was not with me....The rain picked up ... dimming my eyes ... I did not cry ... not cry ... but how strangely ... why there were salty bitter drops falling into my mouth? Why some warm drops falling on my cheeks? ...why? Why? Why? ...I wanted to ask. I wanted to shout. I wanted ... to ask him. But ... I could do nothing.... O rain, cry out, cry out ...I couldn’t stand. Couldn’t move. I ... crouched down on the numbly cold pavement, crossing my arms and embracing my shoulders. Ignoring how eternally the rain might fall ... however heavy my heart plummeted, I wanted to rid of all ...O rain, want to cry...burst your tearsSilly mine so dearOff me the world’st clearedO rain, want to cry ... burst your tears
Hi Natasha,
Yes, ... exactly it's.
Ya~ I would like to translate by myself but I'm not confident .... although I know I should do that.
I'll give a try ...
Thanks for your supports ^_^
"the subcriber you have just dialed is currently not available”... this line made me cry. You know why? I hear these words for 3 days already ... these words became the most hateful for me.
Very touching! Captivating...
I enjoyed reading your story, keep writing dear :)
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Yes, ... exactly it's.
Ya~ I would like to translate by myself but I'm not confident .... although I know I should do that.
I'll give a try ...
Thanks for your supports ^_^
Thanks for your comments!
I'm glad to read your comments.
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You've heard these words for 3 days. What's up with u, Deuce666 ? ...
Very touching! Captivating...
I enjoyed reading your story, keep writing dear :)