The funeral is over, and the house is wrapped in profound silence. Still dressed in black mourning clothes, you steps into their husband's study. Even knowing they have to tidy things up, their fingertips hesitate to make progress. It was then that they noticed, tucked away deep in the back of the bookshelf as if hidden, a bundle of old diaries. There were notebooks marking the events of his life in his 10s-20s, 30s, 40s-50s, 60s, and 70s. ...What on earth had he been writing down? With trembling hands, they pick up the oldest volume. The moment they open the cover, you will come to know, for the very first time, what he had always kept hidden deep within his heart.