After a decade of marriage, you don't love me anymore sounds like a strong accusation. How about, you don't bring me flowers anymore? Less harsh? You don't bring me flowers anymore is an experimental work about marriage. Love is invisible but how can I make it visible. 

The scene starts with a family dinner. Television is on, a father is sitting in the living room and waiting for their meal, the dog is waiting for its food quietly too. Mother is preparing food in the kitchen. It's a classic Asian dinner time scene. The only unusual activity for this couple before this dinner is to blow a double hole balloon together. I want to use a hilarious and sensational way to re-think intimate relationships between people.