In the summer of 1993, we spoke for the first time.
In the winter of 2009, he died.
The corridor of junior high school, the rooftop of high school, that alleyway, that winter night of escape, that summer without intersection, that accident that no one expected. Those days when we supported each other have become the deepest memories in my heart.
I thought we... Still had a lot of time.
Concept: Nothing in the world is permanent, but love can leave traces through time.