Camphor covers the midsummer, and the pen and ink express lovesickness.
She breaks through the fog of the isolated island with her gentleness, and she responds to the warm sunshine in her eyes with her sincerity.
I survived the wind and snow in my senior year of high school, but I couldn't escape the sudden attack of fate.
The sunny day overturns, the summer comes to an end, and the old friend sleeps in his youth.
Only the residual warmth remains, accompanying the long years, yearning for the past and regretting every year
Concept: The separation between life and death is the most silent farewell. The dead stay in the best summer, and the living move forward alone with their memories. Expressing memories is both a comfort and a shackles. The warmth you once had will become the residual warmth of youth that you will recall again and again for the rest of your life after parting.