“Remember, my wife… she told me about the lotus. I only remembered that it blooms for just two days. Probably because it’s so special and so beautiful. So: I have time—only while the lotus is blooming. Otherwise I too will fade. Forever…”
Sometimes time compresses like a spring and turns into short, sharp seconds—like the crack of a whip. Then that spring uncoils, and time once again flows by its own unhurried laws. But what you did in those moments cannot be changed, cannot be undone.
All at once, trouble starts to break apart the relationship of loving spouses. Doubt appears, jealousy, surveillance—and murder… So it wasn’t all so wonderful after all? A man and a woman must go through trials and learn to hear each other.