This is story of a love. Blossomed over the seasons, between two. 

This is only pieces of the story; only what has happened on a stone bench, surrounded by twisting cherry trees, water in the near distance, the sky in pieces above. 

Only told at the first of each month, only told from the view of Donghae, a boy who has no one. No one, but then he meets Hyukjae, below the cherry trees, and there begins his first love story.