Childhood sweethearts got separated in the reinforced concrete city just because they were young at the time. If we really haven't seen each other for several years, why can't time erase the obsession in my heart? The figure of that person always lingers in my heart, deep and shallow, and I can't get rid of it. Unwilling to never meet again in their lives, she stubbornly squeezed into his world, stood on the same stage, and competed. She just wanted to be seen by him, and just wanted to know, how was he after losing her?
The person he once loved barbarically broke into his life. How should he, who had already married a wife and started a family, face this feeling that he had dreamed about in the middle of the night and come alive again in his life? Since he has never let go, what will happen to his wife?
Is it the destiny or inner demon that I find? A disaster brings an epiphany. After letting go, the clouds are calm and the wind is gentle, and it is almost noon.