Jiwoo had a dream. November, a not-so-good season. At that time, when the painful cold and harsh wind began to gnaw at him. His old lover, Hyerim, also had a dream. And as soon as she opened her eyes, she faced Jiwoo's contact. A calm and pleasant alto-toned voice greeted her. -I wanted to meet you. However, the appearance of the two who met like that seemed somehow bored and exhausted. …When did you, and we, grow old like this?