The Wind Is Blowing Slightly, Time Is Gradually Dyeing, and We Are Young at This Time.

A middle-aged man was standing on a bridge reminiscing about the past, and suddenly remembered an old friend. The next day, he met that old friend in his coffee shop. The story between the two has just begun, but it seems to have sprouted in my heart after a long time... Concept: The person you like will continue to fall in love after meeting you