This summer, when the cicadas never stop singing, I often ask for leave to return to my hometown once again this summer. I placed my hand on the Buddhist altar bag, exchanged soft words with my father, and went to the park, where I met my best friend, Takashi. As dusk was settling while looking at the lake, I suddenly felt a poke on my shoulder. When I turned around, Nao, the girl I always liked back in my student days, was standing there. Now she is Takashi's wife. And they will be invited to dinner at home. Not knowing that the clock had stopped when I was still a student, it started moving again...