Duras said: "Love to me is not skin-to-skin contact or vegetables. It is an immortal wish and a heroic dream in a tired life!"
Once upon a time, love meant nothing to Nuco.
But one day she said: Love to me is not nothing, it is not an immortal wish of Duras, a heroic dream in a tired life, it is the closeness of skin, every vegetable, growing old slowly, and flowing slowly.
He came, he laughed, he lived.
Because of love, Nuco chooses to live among flowers.