On the outside he is a flattering pug, but on the inside he is a cynical Godzilla.
On the outside he is a gentle and polite piano genius, but on the inside he is a scheming man who has long been tired of flashlights and stage lights.
This is the story of a pretentious Godzilla who has lost himself and a cunning artistic young man.
"When you have no money, you have nothing."
In this money-driven society, is this the truth?
What is 'free'?
Is it the cheapest or the most precious?