When I was only thirteen years old, I first saw her on that day in late spring of 1941. That day, Mussolini declared war on Britain and France, and I got my first bicycle in my life. She, with her wavy black hair, wearing the most fashionable short skirt and stockings, and stepping on high heels full of lustful temptation, came to the quiet sunny town on Sicily. Her every move attracted attention and aroused people's reverie. Her every frown and smile made men intoxicated and women jealous. Malena, like a goddess, conquered this seaside paradise. Renato, who was only thirteen years old, also fell into the whirlpool set off by Malena. He not only rode a bicycle with other older teenagers, shuttled through every corner of the town, searching for Malena's seductive figure and various styles, but also quietly became her unknowing little follower, following her everywhere and spying on her life. Her swaying figure, the music she listened to, and her clothes became the most real and beautiful erotic fantasy of this hormone-swamped teenager. However, through Renato's eyes, we also saw that Malena fell into an increasingly dark situation. She became a widow, and in the eyes of the townspeople, she became an absolute disaster, bringing lust, jealousy and anger. A storm mixed with lust and anger began to sweep across this town that had never been disturbed even by war. Malena sank step by step, broke off relations with her father, was sent to court, and lost all her property. This forced Renato, who had always been naive and unworldly, to face the cruelty and ruthlessness of people in this simple town. Looking at Malena who had nothing, Renato actually mustered up the courage he had never had before and decided to rely on his own strength to help Malena out of the quagmire of life in an unimaginable way...