That was the right time to be young,
But the fate is shallow and the love is deep,
Falling in love with the wrong person,
Should we let go or move forward bravely?
Iris has never thought that the most profound memory of that boy back then was not the sweat in the sun, but the girl who stood blankly and handed him water.
I just don't know,
This memory,
Is it the beginning of sweetness or the beginning of an abyss.