They sat in the four-cornered pavilion in front of the temple. They kissed each other with their scars, embraced each other with their souls, and delivered each other to each other. There, he told her: "There is no absolute good or evil. When you are weak, you have the most enemies, so fight back, fight back. Anyway, I am behind you. I will protect you and I will handle everything for you."
The fallen leaves of the withered sycamore trees carry the unfinished thoughts of the boyhood, and the autumn wind blows through the girl's seven-year secret love. At this point, youth can be described in eight words - a wanton young man, unable to love.
Concept: Just a story about two poor little guys redeeming each other.