The chirping of cicadas in summer roars the scars of childhood; the broken stars in winter night silence the throbbing of youth.
They were two teenagers burned by fate, one with a pain as sweet as watermelon juice and blood, and the other with a cold past and hostility embedded in his brow.
They thought their encounter was salvation, but they fell apart under the thunderstorm of the truth.
When the snow in the north falls, can it cover the old traces in the south? This is a story about pain, misunderstanding and mutual redemption, looking for the glimmer of light that heals the rift between the chirping of cicadas and falling snow.
Purpose: Life is a long road, and changes only happen in a moment, so cherish the present moment.