The evening breeze in midsummer is always very hot, and the impression seems to be that the city has been trapped in the scorching heat since childhood. The noisy cicadas don't know how to make the sound. The girl always likes to look up at the blue sky and white clouds, as if searching for the sound that cannot be caught in the corridor, the long chirping of the evening breeze, and the secret love in midsummer.
The thoughts of a seventeen-year-old girl are indescribable, but the seeds are planted early. Is that you who looks at me with a heart-stopping look?
Concept: The silent secret love of young people will be echoed in childhood encounters