The rainy season in Tokyo is very long, long enough to make a person lose track of the border.
She loves design, but her love backfires on her, and she is trapped between career and desire, struggling day and night.
He listens to all those who are trapped in their emotions, and uses gentleness as a boat to ferry people through their inner surges.
There is no Bodhi tree, and healing is not found elsewhere, but at the moment when you are willing to look directly at yourself.
The rain will stop, the fog will disperse, and all those who trek in the darkness will eventually encounter their own light.
Concept: The real prison is never desire, but the obsession that does not allow oneself to have desire.