Three years after moving to Tokyo to become a musician, I missed my mother's cooking and decided to go back to my hometown for the first time in a long time. I was exhausted both physically and mentally because I hadn't been able to achieve my dreams, but my mother welcomed me back without asking any questions. However, this summer was very hot, and living in a home without air conditioning meant I was sweating from morning to night. And maybe because I was distracted by the heat, I was captivated by the sweat running down my mother's neck and floating on her chest, and I started to think of her as a woman...