They say that time flies, but baby, you just cut off its wings.

What would you do for love?  

After her mother had passed, Park Sae Ra found herself in her grandmother's attic, with only photographic remnants of her mother's wild past. Late night drinking, joyriding, tattoos of ridiculous song lyrics summed up her mother's teenagehood, with a man here and there. After looking at one picture, the question that had always remained in Sae Ra's sub-conscious, found its way at the back of , burning with curiou

To lose each other in the bleakness of tragedy Oh but what a sweetness it is on the lips