In middle school, a clean and pure girl fell in love with a boy who had been covered in flowers for a long time. Did it really come to fruition... His heart is just like his name, and his heart is as cold as a glacier. Was it just a joke from the beginning? Or did you really like her for a while? The days we spent together were really beautiful, but it seemed that it was just that period of time.
Concept: The regrets of youth are always regrets