나의 마지막 겨울
나의 마지막 겨울
"It'll probably be half a year at most." A terminal diagnosis was suddenly given to me, who was living an ordinary life. To make matters worse, I received a confession from my friend, saying that it had been over 10 years since I had liked you. I only had half a year left. What will happen to you, me, and us during that fleeting moment?
