The junior high school classroom in early autumn was noisy. During the noisiest time, I encountered the gentleness hidden in the evening breeze.
My heart moved quietly, and I carefully hid all my gaze.
What I didn't know was that the quiet and gentle girl was secretly looking back at me.
The love between two people is hidden in the glances, the brushes of shoulders, and the trivial details of daily life. No one says anything, and they go in both directions.
Concept: Young people are ignorant of pure heartbeat, courage and growth