Looking back is a childhood with regrets. It was a summer when there was a burning sensation like the sun, but the grass would not burn. It was a time when the breeze blew and the hair swayed with the wind chimes. It was a time when looking back, it was not a very beautiful thing, leaving only an emptiness in my heart.
This is the first book for a new author, and I want to tell a story that can progress slowly as comfortably and simply as possible. This is a series of growth-related things that happened between two girls who have known each other since childhood and became friends.
Intention: Although the past cannot be recalled, what we have has is already a treasure.