In the light years of midsummer when the cicadas were chirping noisily, a prank-loving boy passed by their youth in the most noisy way.
When the sound of rain gradually stopped and the jokes fell silent, the chatter that was once considered annoying became echoes that could no longer be heard.
This is a story about jokes and vows, existence and forgetting - some people appear with great vigor, but leave quietly with only an unfinished promise left.
In the most beautiful years, they will eventually learn: some farewells never meet again, and some longings do not need to be said.
Concept: The sound of cicadas fills the seventeenth summer, and a joke becomes a prophecy for the rest of my life.