Synopsis:

Snowy Christmas Eve night .

‘ How is it ?’ The night I want to fall in at least once like a reckless female protagonist in a movie .

” Absinthe , have you heard of it ? Van Gogh drank and cut his ears .

Would you like to go to my room and have a drink ?”

An obvious temptation .

“ Don’t you know what it means to go into this room with me now ?”

“ I know .”

“I don’t think I don’t know .”

Maybe the moment I had a glimpse of the expectation that sex could be love .

” This woman is a woman on a really bad day ~ Did she turn ? Or were you really crazy ?”

‘ Did I turn ? Do it with something like you ? I’m also telling the old woman, but unless I’m crazy , I can’t do it either with a dog like you !!’

“The sky is with me, and neither does I do it ?”

12 years ago, why is that dog’s child in front of me