
My son Takashi has been diagnosed with a terminal illness, and he doesn't have much time left. I try to hide the truth, but he seems to sense his own decline. One day, he crosses the line. Perhaps unable to bear the thought of dying without knowing a woman, he takes me not as his mother, but as a woman. As our forbidden relationship begins, I find myself obsessively wanting to conceive his child before he passes away.
I really question the director's taste. What's with those stockings? Who wears non-pantyhose stockings these days? That alone ruined the mood for me. The mosaic is also huge; it's a terrible work.
ใใฉใ้จๅใงใฏใซใกใฉใขใณใฐใซใๅใฃใฆใใฆใ ่ๅพณๆใ้ธใๅบใใใจใใๅชๅใฏ่ฆใใพใใ ใใขใใใฎ้ขจ้ใใใฎใใใใใ่กจๆ ใฏใใพใใพใใใ
้กๅใ ใใงใใใ ๆฏๅญใฎ่จญๅฎๅฝนใฎ็ทใจใใฃใฆใใ ใใใใฎๆใฎไฝๅใฏใใพใๅบๆฅใฎใใ็ฉใๅฐใชใใ
ใใใฏใใใใใใใฟใใใใญใงใใ ๏ผ่ฉฑ็ฎใฎใชใใผโใฎใทใผใฏใใใฐใใงใใใ็ฃ็ฃใฎๆผๅบใฎใใชใผใใฎๅ ด้ขใใใฎๅ ด้ขใใชใผใใ ใใใใใใงใใใใใพใใใๅคข็ฒพใใคใธใฏใซใใฎๆๆใฎๆผๆใฏใ็ด ๆดใใใใงใใใๅพใฎ๏ผ่ฉฑใฏ๏ผ๏ผใปใป๏ผใใใ
ในใใผใชใผใฏใพใใใกใใใฃใกใใ ใงใใใขใใใซ่ใใใใฟใกใใใฏใใใใใชใใใ ๆฑใฟใใใฎๅฅฝๆผใ ใ ็ป่ณชใใใใ