Rainy Rooftop Love Reunion

[@图片1] (male lead reference) [@图片2] (female lead reference) Cinematic quality, 15 seconds, montage editing, no subtitles, Korean dialogue. From second 0 to second 1 of the opening, the film is warm yellow. Past, at a sunny afternoon café, she is asleep on the table. He sits across from her, resting his chin on his hand, looking down at her, his lips unable to suppress a smile. The scene has slight graininess and overexposure. Cutting hard to the first second, cold blue rainy night, now, on the empty rooftop, he stands with his back to the camera in the rain, his coat soaked through, clinging tightly to his back, motionless, like a statue abandoned by time, the warm yellow to cold blue temperature instantly breaks apart in this frame. Forcing the back to the second second, at night outside the convenience store, she held two hot drinks and handed him one. He didn't take them, looked down at her, and asked, "Are you giving this to me?" (Is this for me?) ) She rolled her eyes at him and turned to leave. He smiled and followed, and the camera followed their backs as they walked into the night. Forcing the way back to the current third second, she stood at the rooftop entrance, holding the iron door. The rain beat on her shoulder, but she didn't move, just stood there watching his back, unsure whether to go in or leave. Cutting straight to the fourth second, a close-up, his hand tucked the earphones into her ear, his fingertips lingering on her earside for a second, both pretending not to notice. Hard cut now at 5 seconds, very close-up, the same pair of hands now in the pockets, rainwater seeping in through the sleeves, hands slowly clenched inside the pockets. From the 6th to the 10th second, everything slowed down. She finally let go of the iron door and walked into the rain, stopping half a meter behind him. The sound of rain was loud, but her voice still came through— "Why don't you contact me." (Why don't you contact me.) ) He didn't turn around, was silent for two seconds, "What difference does it make if I contact you?" (So what if you contact them.) ) She closed her eyes, her chest feeling as if something was pressing down on her. When she spoke again, her voice was already trembling— "It's different." For me." (It will be different. For me. He finally turned around and saw that her face was covered in tears, unable to tell if it was rain or tears. His Adam's apple bobbed as he spoke in a low voice— "I know. So I did even worse." (I know. That's why it's even harder to do. ) From seconds 10 to 13, the montage overlaps, on the same rooftop, from the same camera spot. It used to be a sunny evening. She stood by the railing, turned back and smiled at him. He strode over and pulled her into his arms. The sunset stretched their shadows long. It was a rainy night, in the same spot. He stood in front of her, two times and spaces overlapping in the same frame for a whole second. Her past smile and now her tears were pressed on the same face. From the 13th to the 15th second, he stopped speaking, raised his hand and pressed her head into his chest. She held out for two seconds, then slowly raised her hand and tightly grabbed the back of his shirt. The camera slowly zoomed in far, the two shrinking into silhouettes in the rain. Neon lights shattered and flickered in the puddles, the scene gradually froze, the sound faded away, and the scene went dark. In past scenes, warm yellow orange 16mm film grain handheld follow-up shots were taken throughout; now, the scene uses cool blue-black rain reflective stabilizers. During dialogue, the camera zooms in to a very close close-up, with saturation bursting one frame before retracting the cool key. The background music used light guitar plucking in past scenes; in the current scene, only the sound of rain is silenced. After the final dialogue, the cello single string plays low, and before the black scene, there is complete silence.