In the midsummer when the cicadas were chirping noisily, I hid in the corner of the stand and hid my heartbeats in a sketchbook. Until the day when the heavy rain fell, the sound of cicadas suddenly stopped, just like my unspoken love stopped forever in the summer when I was seventeen years old.
Concept: Secret love is a grand echo that no one knows about, and regret is also a part of youth.