This is a story about a female painter the one who starred in My sassy girl and Windstruck and the love between her, an killer and a cop. The killer sent her daisies every day. Daisies mean 'hidden love' but he drops the daisies everytime by calling flowers! and he just left, leaving the painter curious who he might be. The cop came along and he brought daisies after he know the female painter for quite a while. She thought the cop was the guy and fell for him. The funny thing is the killer make a bridge for her because she always drop into the river when crossing the log. She put a painting in appreciative of the bridge and the killer took it away. During a shootout, the gal lost her voice when a stray bullet hit her throat. The cop was also injured and was off duty for quite a while. The police was investigating the matter and the cop's friend suggested they 'hired' the killer and the cop suggested he will want to be the target because he felt responsible for getting the gal he liked hurt. The cop wore bullet proof vest on the day of the bait. The killer meet him and they drove away much to the disapproval of the cop's friend. They went talking about the gal. The killer and cop know each others' identity. Then when the cop went out of the car. He was shot on the head and dies instantly. The painter got wind of the cop's death and cry terribly at the exhibition. The cop's friend vows to find the killer. Then they set a trap for him but the painter arrive at the scene to save the cop's friend. He give up killing the cop's friend as a result. There was a shootout ...and the female painter dies on the spot. Then the killer went to the killer organisation for revenge.....
It is a sad love story. The music throughout the movie tend to emphasize the movie in a different setting. It has a different theme compared to windstruck and my sassy gal. The song at the end was pretty nice...Here are some of the lyrics:
The love I've been dreaming of is all so close to me.
But all I can do is just watching you without words
in this city of strangers
I lived day by day painting love.
Waiting and hoping that you 'll be there
with the scent of daisies
It is too late but now
I finally recognise you.
But maybe we are not meant to be.
