I couldn't tell anyone. I thought even if I did, they wouldn't understand.

The child who was laughed at in school. The child who is afraid to go home. The child carrying the weight of life's difficulties. The child who was told over and over to give up on their dreams.

People who were crying in different places meet through the single common thread of "song."

Not to save each other. Not to pity each other.

Even so, "If it's your song, I want to hear it."

That one sentence gradually changes each of their lives.

This is a story of "living," proven by those who are unfinished.