ONE Four Seasons Summer Solstice
His story and his story, or his and her story. Exactly, what does it look like?
Countless stories that have happened under the same sky, and the summer that blooms season after season.
Who missed whom, and whose encounter caused beautiful flowers to bloom one after another?
The sun shines on the city again and again, and the rain washes the streets again and again.
The tall locust trees overlapped to form dense shadows, covering people's eyes and faces.
Whose eyes are covered? Whose face is covered?
I'm here waiting for you, I've always been here waiting for you, do you know?
Who is waiting for me there? Who is waiting for me there? I heard it...
One is the beginning