The memory of high school has faded over time, except for him.
That midsummer, I encountered a scorching sun. It was so hot and dazzling that I couldn't get close to it. Only the moon was there, and I peeked through it for a few glances.
Later, it turned out that the bright moon and the scorching sun were the best match.
The scorching sun burned all my memories of high school, but only that memory of midsummer remained clear.
Concept: Secret love is a one-man show
