At first, I didn't understand why the smell of grapefruit lingered in my nose for ten years. It wasn't until I tore off the chains that bound me and came to Tokyo again, standing in front of the swing, stroking the withered and fallen vines on the swing. Memories spread out in front of my eyes like a revolving lantern, and I slowly realized that I was in love with Nishimura Riki.
Concept: The first love that disappeared in Tokyo