Daisy (Deiji / 데이지) (데이지)

It's raining again.

Every time it rains, I have to find somewhere to take shelter...

...since I never bring an umbrella with me.

Perhaps that's because I'm accustomed to living by myself.

Nobody cares or worries about me,

even if I get soaked in the rain.

So it doesn't matter whether I carry an umbrella or not.

My grandfather always says,

Hye Young, don't worry...

...the rain will stop eventually...

...and the sun will shine all the brighter...

...One day, you'll find the one for you.

He's such an old-fashioned man.

I am only 25 years old now,

...and waiting for my first love to come...

The rain will stop eventually.

Still I'm not silly...

...enough to believe that my first love will come...

so soon.

I've never expected to run into him like this.

Almost an hour passed since we faced each other.

I remember the time I met him.

4:15

On weekdays,

I work at my grandpa's antique shop.

Flowers!

At night, time is all I've got.

I paint every night for my first exhibition.

On weekends, I am a street painter.

How much?

OK.

Can you pay first?

Usually customers are strangers to me.

But this man felt familiar...

...as if I knew his whole life, from the moment

he sat down in front of me.

I have a hunch that this may be my best piece of work.

Because he came at 4:15 sharp.

Sorry I have to go. Okay?

Oh, I'm not done yet.

Are you... are you Korean?

Yes.

Will you be here tomorrow?

Then I'll come back tomorrow

at the same time and...

...you can finish the rest OK?

While painting him, I found something weird about him.

He was looking at me,

...but the focus was somewhere toward the back of my head.

Oh no! Look at all these split ends.

Was he looking at my hair?

Ok! You want some candy?

Once again, he showed up before me.

He was so punctual.

Four-fifteen is the time we met.

Okay

I'm sorry but I spilled coffee on the painting.

Can I start over again?

Sure.

Go ahead.

Sir.

What?

I need you to look at me.

Oh I'm sorry.

I've been distracted. I'm sorry...

Then shall we go on?

Certainly.

Then please turn your head towards me.

Oh, Okay.

I am sorry but I have to go again.

Actually, I'm done.

That was quick.

I could have done it quicker.

- If you don't like it, I can do another one... - No, it's okay.

That kind of painting probably will take longer, right?

You have to paint the colors too...

Yes, and it costs more, too.

Then, can you paint one like that

when I come again next week?

See you.

Oh, wait!

You've got something on your face...

Huh, bye.

Smile naturally.

What's the long face?

Are you sure you are taking it properly?

Sure.

Let's go again. Here we go...

Why? Did it come out wrong?

No way, you know I always capture the mood of the person.

Then it's good, right?

But yours is like that of an antique.

Here, look.

It looks good to me.

You care nothing but your paintings.

That's why you have no men after you.

You really want to end up like one of these antiques?

Grandpa! I'm only 25.

When I was young, 25 years old women were as old as antiques.

I don't care.

I just want to stay here with you always.

Is he not coming because the rain?

Maybe he's a doctor.

Maybe he had an emergency patient.

Or maybe he had an accident on the way here.

How have you been?

Oh this.

It's just a sprain. It will be fine in a few days.

What happened?

It rained so hard yesterday, and I slipped.

Sorry to have kept you waiting.

Huh?

Actually,

I waited for just for a while...

Not too long.

That's good, then.

I was worried you might have waited for me, long in the rain.

I see. Shall we begin now?

Begin what?

The oil painting.

Didn't you say you wanted one?

Oh, right.

You want me to draw that too?

As you please.

How about this?

What about this?

That day, we chatted like two old friends.

We met for weeks like that.

Not going well?

My smile's rotten.

Flowers!

Here you go.

Can I come in?

Oh, yes.

Is this for sale, too?

Yes, but that's a fake. Except, for my picture.

I like it very much.

But how did you know I was here?

I have my sources.

I'd like to buy this. How much is this?

Just take it. It's a gift from me.

That's no way to do business.

It's okay.

I want to give it to you for free.

Ok then...

...how about exchanging it with this?

You must not have had kimchi like this here.

Here.

This looks delicious!

I've made it myself.

It's the best.

Did you draw all these yourself?

Yes.

Wow, you must have used lots of paint.

Here's your coffee.

Thank you.

I thought you spilled coffee on this.

It's someone else.

Funny, I thought you said...

I'd sworn that was me...

Wow where is this place?

I believe we were meant to meet.

I told him about many things that happened in my past.

That year...

I spent the whole summer

in grandpa's village to prepare for my exhibition.

And I used to cross over the stream to paint the daisies on the other side.

To me daisies were like little sunflowers.

Gogh drew sunflowers, I draw daisies.

Gogh was the reason I dreamed about being a painter.

After that accident, I lost the courage to cross the wooden bridge.

One day,

I found a newly built bridge.

Though it looked totally out of place and was crudely made...

...it seemed beautiful to me at that moment.

At first,

I thought this was a coincidence.

But then I felt that someone

built this bridge just for me.

Besides, he had found the tool that I had lost.

Thank You.

Thank you.

The next day... somebody took the painting...

The next month...

...somebody began sending me daisies.

Then I found out that

the meaning of daisies was "love inside the heart."

The flower sender never showed himself.

Flowers!

Maybe he just wanted to keep his feelings to himself

Bye

I'm looking outside the window,

curious to see the flower-sender.

But there is no one out there.

So I drew a shadow instead.