That summer, he completely disappeared from his life like a gust of wind, leaving only a knot that could not be untied.
Years later, he returned to his hometown full of questions. He retraced the path he had taken and opened the diary he left behind, only to find that the secrets that had been deliberately concealed were more suffocating than death itself. From the spotless kitchen at home to the unrecognizable old street, he stepped closer to the truth, but he was also swallowed up by the huge loneliness step by step.
Him and him, two teenagers struggling in broken families, who gave up on whom first? Is it possible to repeat that unfinished waiting?
Concept: the entanglement of freedom and destiny, meaningless waiting and the reconciliation of "loneliness"