"Actually, I'm just a painter!" "I like the smell of you."
A neurotic and beautiful young man, a poor painter who likes to smoke low-quality cigarettes.
Peering through the tight rain curtain, the bonds are entangled like snakes. "I think we should be together..." "Who the hell are you!!?"
There is no betrayal in this world because neither of them has ever trusted each other.
I'm tortured by the pain of ants every night, and where are you?
Although we are deeply dependent on each other, why do we say that this is not love?
Once you become addicted, it takes your entire life to get rid of it.