"When Carlo arrived at the Sunset Bridge, it was already dusk. The setting sun on the western skyline was dazzling and brilliant unlike noon.
At noon, he was still wandering aimlessly on the streets of Estray with his Les Paul on his back. The harsh sunlight dazzled his eyes into a patch of white. Even if he closed his eyes, his retinas were still filled with white. The sweat-soaked vest clung to his body, showing off his perfect figure to others, and the only thing the client cared about was where he could take a hot shower at night and borrow some dry clothes to wear..."
"I'm a student at the Art Institute here, majoring in composition. Well, my parents are Japanese and moved to the United States because of my father's work..."
One is a hard-working rock and roll young man with nothing, and the other is a student of the composition and conducting department of an orthodox music conservatory. How much difference did the completely different music education bring to their concepts?
One is a Japanese boy who immigrated to the United States with his parents, and the other is an Italian young man with a mysterious background. How are the fates of the two intertwined?
They met because of music, but they never imagined that the trajectory of their lives would deviate from music and art out of control.
Only the Sunset Bridge, where they first met, stood there quietly, weathered by wind and rain...