“Did I just waste my time?”  

“No, I was creating the romance of my life --
A butter sculpture.”

“But these butter did melt…”

Is my life like these butter?
Nothing left behind.
Does everything make no sense?
Only the fragrance is still alive.

Am I a sinner who wastes time?
What should I do to fix that?
I need to work harder to catch time.
It’s running out of time.

But I can’t stop!
but I can’t stop?
but I can’t stop.

Storyboard Sketch

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