The story begins with a little girl wearing a white dress and a sunflower hat running in the yard. Her petite and soft body ran into his arms, and her charming smile was engraved in his heart.
Plop... Plop... It's my heartbeat.
"Num, I'll give you a candy, don't be sad!"
A piece of candy calmed him down.
"Don't smoke, come and drink milk, um... And a candy!"
A piece of candy replaced the cigarette in his hand.
"No more lollipops, you... You are acting like a hooligan!"
Inexplicable reverie, inexplicable throbbing.
The story is interrupted by a voice message, a missed call, the white shaking ceiling and the girl's bitter smile. Bata... Bata... It's a clock and it's tears.
"You are so sweet and soft, I like it so much."
The smoke is filled but the sweetness remains.
"Stick out your tongue, your candy is delicious."
A light touch means love is coming, and love is entangled again.
"I opened a candy store, would you like to eat some when you have time, or eat a lollipop first?"
What he quits is not smoking, but memory. What he is addicted to is not sugar, but beautiful women.
The sweetness is getting stronger and the story should end.
Intention: Who defines right and wrong?