A boy forgets a promise to a ghost, then remembers it years later. That single premise contains every weight that matters: the shame of growing up, the things we abandon without meaning to, the possibility that someone has been waiting. The ghost doesn't demand payment or revenge. It just stands on that bridge in the rain, still believing in a kid who stopped believing in it.
A young boy encounters a small ghost beneath a bridge, a lonely figure dressed in traditional geta who exists only when rain falls. The ghost makes him an offer: grant three wishes, and in return, the boy promises to bring rain boots on his next visit. Years pass. The boy grows into adulthood, his childhood memory fading like morning mist until something triggers the recollection: that ghostly companion waiting beneath the bridge, still alone, still hoping. Guilt and curiosity pull him back to his hometown, back to that same bridge where seasons have continued their cycle without him. What he finds there is a quiet reckoning with promises made in innocence and the cost of forgetting the small kindnesses we offer to others. The film carries the warmth of a folktale, mixing gentle melancholy with genuine tenderness. It's a story about the weight of broken promises, the persistence of memory, and whether it's ever too late to keep your word to someone who never stopped believing you would.