Even UB boy can’t shield himself from the sound of the churchbell. Uncountable fragments of feelings scatter all over him and he let’s it rain. They must seep in through little cracks gradually forming in the shield.
Let the rain fall down
Feelings in this sound. Scattering uncountable fragments of feelings. I always use an umbrella when they rain, cause they're too broad to fit in my line of life. The churchbell originates this sound as he used to do at the roots of my life. I didn't know an umbrella then. I was just a little square.