Within the walls, there was no news of him.
Outside the high wall, I was on the verge of suffocation.
Something unexpected happened to him and he was thrown into jail. From the first day, my world was filled with suffering:
He held back tears in class until he vomited, but he didn't dare to cry out - he was afraid that if he cried, he would really not be able to come back.
I was eaten by longing at night, and the pain doubled when I woke up - even dreams are the poison of luxury.
In the suffocating hot classroom, I couldn't breathe and almost fainted - just because I thought of him suffering in a worse place!
"Brother, wait until you come out..." I filled my draft book with the nickname he called me, "Silly Dog," pretending to be the warmth he left behind.
"... You must hold me in your arms and put me to sleep every day!" This humble wish was the only light that sustained me through the eleventh day.
They say time heals everything. But why, every day that passes, the pain of missing you becomes deeper?
Wind, please tell him: His silly dog can't hold on any longer...
A high wall blocks each other from meeting each other. Can it block two hearts beating for each other?
"Sir, if you come back... Please use the rest of your life every night to compensate me for this heartbreaking wait."
On the 11th day, I held on to the last trace of oxygen, betting that he would travel through the darkness to save me.
Concept: the love between two people