Twenty-four times my heart beat, and twenty-four times I wanted to speak but stopped. She clutched the melted cone, and when she saw him for the first time in the warm light of the supermarket, her heartbeat stopped. In the days that followed, the contact with him became a little joy that she secretly treasured. But those DV clips full of thoughts, those unspoken "I like you", were finally scattered with the wind on the rainy day at the end of adolescence.
Concept: Secret love may not come true