"Maybe, it's really nothing..."
When Jo Kyuhyun was cleaning up the storage room, he dug out his diary from high school.
There was a moment of relief.
The book cover is black and gray, and the paper inside has a light beige color.
Youthful brushstrokes and ignorant emotions.
The last half of the sentence ended without words.
Like a butterfly breaking free from a cobweb,
Even if he regained his freedom, he was still scarred.
Standing here with a perfect appearance, but the inside has long been hollowed out.
As a result, time seemed to flow backwards.
The golden sunlight, which was not blocked by the curtains, penetrated into the room obliquely, and beams of light hovered around Jo Kyuhyun, warming the swirling dust.
Conception: