The wind in the rental house in late autumn carries the residual warmth of the old school uniforms, and the fireworks from the skewers stall cannot hide the unspoken words. He clutched the pendant with the smoothed team emblem and ran away for many years, until the figure in a white shirt in the dark alley picked him up from the mire - but there were some scars, and even the light could not shine through. The fire in the warehouse extinguished the light of that year, and the fist of debt collection hit today's day. He hid all his panic in the smoke of the night market, and even dared to escape when he reunited with his old friends. But it happened that he met the smoking man in the most embarrassing dark alley - he thought it was a temporary helping hand, but he did not expect that this cold figure would join him in the suffering, supporting each other, and slowly stood up from the quagmire.
