Philippines

Blurb
Kenzo.
Down the wet Hanoi road, breaking through the rain that is still raining with torrents. I stepped no matter where the legs took me away. The yellow light of the road makes the raindrops clear. Either because i 'm delusional or too romantic disgusting, i half hope he' ll show up at the end of the street, lean on the lamppost, carry an umbrella, then smile at me.

Ririn
The memories are still as clear and as night as blu-ray. I laughed little when i opened the taxi door, imagining Arik 's strange face that afternoon. On the way home, i dreamt about dancing in the clouds, while fireworks burst around me and Arik.

Arik, can we be infinite?
# Most of all, is this the love we think we deserve?

For Kenzo, love is like a cup of coffee. Sometimes it is bitter, but still has many layers of flavor. For Ririn, Kenzo 's older brother, love has only two flavors: Bitter and sweet. Kenzo is convinced that there is always room for a love story, and Ririn tries to forget love because it is bitter that dominates the story.

When love is really in front of them, can they accept and fight for it?