All things stretch behind the stains on the windows.
Continue to meet women named after flowers: Viola, Lily, Rose. Then leave.
Driving a motorcycle on Shiobara, making a lot of noise, just moving forward.
Just move on.
The silence was chilling.
Only very rarely does a little bit of music play. It seems that I know how important music is. With music, the world is not so unbearable...
It has always been strongly implied that this man is carrying a deep pain in front of him. Row.
has been strongly implied.
He went back to the house where he lived with his girlfriend named Daisy and kept knocking, knocking, and
finally leaving a note on the door.
Tell the front desk at the hotel that if a woman named Daisy comes to him, let her in directly.
The man was washing his face in the bathroom like a beast, and the
water flowed down the messy hair, very very sexy like a leopard.
He came out and saw Daisy standing at the door, confessing to him, saying that he loved him, that he would not have sex with other men, that he wanted to save everything...
He took off her clothes, picked up her soft breasts, and enjoyed her sucking , when I
released it,
I suddenly cursed loudly, how could I forgive you!
Why would you have sex with another man!
Why kill our children with alcohol and drugs!
Daisy said
it wasn't sex,
it wasn't.
I was raped.
I'm dead.
Bud, I am dead.
Daisy was lured by a friend to take drugs, lost consciousness and was gang-raped.
From the crack of the door, he saw his girlfriend naked, with two men occupying his vagina and mouth,
and there were other men beside him, taking off his pants and waiting.
He felt panicked, unrealistic, unacceptable, terrified, and wanted to go home.
So he left.
Seeing his girlfriend being raped, he left.
When he came back, he
saw the ambulance. Daisy suffocated to death
with her own vomit stuck in her windpipe after everyone left
. Even this daisy in the hotel is not even a ghost, just his longing, resentment and guilt. If Daisy hadn't gone to make those friends. If he didn't get weak and leave... So the next day, the man drove the car and continued to let everything unfold behind the stain on the window. Just sad, just sad.
View more about The Brown Bunny reviews
