Far, far away, there is a rice field kissed by the sun.
There ran a little girl with hair as golden as ears of rice.
Far, far away, there is a glass window that can see the entire garden.
There lived a little girl with skin as white as the first snow.
They met in the field. From then on, her hair was no longer golden and her skin was no longer white.
But at least, at the beginning of the story, everything was perfect. The wind was light, the cicadas were chirping loudly, and everyone truly believed that the days would flow like a river on the edge of a field.
Isn't it?
Concept: How an innocent friendship that started in the rice fields was coerced and eroded by a fate that the two girls were unable to understand. In the end, only the survivors were left to identify the piece of gold that was no longer golden.