The noisy midsummer of cicadas trapped the seventeen-year-old heartbeat, and the unspoken love was hidden in the gaps between the desks.
We survived the senior year of high school with stacked test papers, but failed to cross the mountains and seas that lie across the reality.
Later, the wind blew through the same streets and alleys, and midsummer came every year as promised. Only we stayed on the day of separation forever, and we never met each other again in the years to come.
Purpose: Through the regretful end of a young crush in the senior year of high school, it depicts the loss of youthful love to the reality of distance and life choices, explains that growth is destined to be accompanied by parting and missing, and accepts the heartbeat of being young and dying in vain.
