"I count 321, let's run"
"3, 2, 1, run -"
The summer wind blows past my ears, leaving a strong mark on the picture of youth.
After many years, xxx still remembers the feeling of the summer wind blowing on his cheeks and the thumping sound of his heart about to beat out of his chest.
Childhood sweethearts reunited
Concept: The story of a brave man and a coward