Lyrics: 李政翮 RickyLee（BLUEPOCH）/王唯 April Wang(Oasis Audio)
Music: 李政翮 RickyLee（BLUEPOCH）
Arranger: 李政翮 RickyLee（BLUEPOCH）
Producer: 李政翮 RickyLee（BLUEPOCH）
GuitarGuitar：劳国贤JonathanLao
BassBass：新野SamChung
DrumsDrums：肖博文ShawnXiao
ViolinViolin：王温迪WendiWang
Recording EngineerRecordingEngineer：落灀JoannaShuang
和音BackingVocals：落灀JoannaShuang
Producer助理ProductionAssistant：赵思成SichengZhao
CoordinatorProjectCoordinator：王唯AprilWang、3A、赵思成SichengZhao
MixingMixing：刘三斤LukeL
MasteringMastering：刘三斤LukeL
She grew beneath old silent orders,
Between school walls and measured borders,
But every storm she couldn’t outrun
Left a shadow shaped like home.
She learned to breathe through sirens calling,
To step aside while empires’re falling;
Between the white, between the rules,
She stayed herself, she stayed true.
What if I met you after the rain?
What if the loss was never in vain?
What if the storm rewinds our plans?
And leaves us standing where we began?
What if I met you after the rain?
What if the loss was never in vain?
What if the storm rewinds our plans,
Slowly pulling time back toward the same? After the rain.
Orange peels and borrowed summers,
Doves scatter, white feathers flutter;
Crowds turn pale, the echoes fall,
Yet she remembers it all.
High-hung grapes like quiet questions,
Broken mirrors, shared reflections;
War-time prayers, small foolish dreams—
She keeps them safe from the stream.
What if I met you after the rain?
What if the loss was never in vain?
What if the storm rewinds our plans?
And leaves us standing where we began?
What if I met you after the rain?
What if the loss was never in vain?
What if the storm rewinds our plans,
Slowly pulling time back toward the same?
After the rain.
Pages turn, the search goes on,
Knots pull tight, then come undone.
Cities flip, frames fall apart—
Yet there’s a crack where light still starts.
After the rain, we meet again,
No who we were, but who we've become.
After the storm, the sky remembers
Every phantom, every friend.
She takes your hand through fading gray—
No more waiting, no more delay.
Pull the thread, let daylight reign—
We walk on… after the rain.
The rain is gone.
We’re still here.