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Our Father in Heaven,

guide and protect us.

The Essential Works of World Literature for the Cultural Education of Boys and Girls

It can't go on like this.

Please, there is no other way.

For the peace of my mind, if nothing else.

I can't stand it.

It can't go on like this.

I hope tomorrow's weather is

just as good. No wind...

He has returned.

Mr. LEE!

I bought you a gift.

Gift?

Yes.

- A gift... - Yes.

Mr. LEE...

Dad has come back.

Why don't you give this to your father?

Oh no, Mr. LEE, this is meant for you.

I am aware of that.

I don't want to force it on you,

but I believe now is the only time.

I hope this gift is not coming too late.

Please, don't hurt my feelings and take it.

Sir!

Jeong-yoon's Mom? Hello?

Goodbye, sir.

Therefore I must leave.

Even if he were the best,

and most dignified of men superior to me in every way,

seeing him possess my love would be unbearable.

Her husband has returned.

Answer it.

Your phone.

No.

It must be for a wrong number.

I have no idea who is calling.

Really.

Dear Sir. How are you?

This is the sixth letter I am sending you.

I have collected all I could about the story of this poor man.

I have forwarded them to you,

knowing that you will be grateful.

You will feel admiration and love toward this man's spirit and character,

and shed many tears for his ultimate fate.

Please draw consolation from his sorrows,

and let this book be your friend.

Please take this pitiful person as your friend.

Today was supposed to be

the day of first snow, even though there was none.

I pray for your health, and peace and happiness for your family.

I told you, don't say Mom!

No, mommy!

Hello.

Oops, sorry.

I thought I knew you.

My mistake.

You look exactly like her, though.

Wow, very pretty.

Excuse me?

That thing you're holding. Very pretty.

Um, yes.

Um, yes.

Your date didn't show?

It was a gift.

Kind of lonely.

Is that how you feel?

It's winter already.

The Autumn Full Moon is past.

I couldn't make it to my hometown this year, again.

Maybe next year...

Your hometown far away?

No way!

It's only two and a half hours on the bus...

It's in Kyonggi Province, for God's sake.

It's right next to Suwon.

Between Suwon and Osan, as a matter of fact.

Take subway to Suwon, and take red bus #400, 999 or 1004.

Get that? 1004 (homonym to 'angel')

Gets me to my hometown.

So why are you still here?

Somebody's waiting for me there.

I would rather avoid that person.

I see...

No you don't, come on.

It's been nine years, since I've been away.

It's time to be back.

The hometown must have changed a lot.

The ditches, streams, all that stuff must have changed.

Can you believe it's already 21st century?

Funny, isn't it?

Especially lonesome today, I suppose.

It's good that it's not raining, today.

Days like this, I think of my hometown even more.

But there that person is waiting for me.

Maybe I should just go and meet that person.

Probably been looking for me all these years.

Were you in love with her?

No way.

I've never even met him.

But I just know

that he misses me a lot.

How come?

'Cause I am blood type B.

The weather is gloomy.

But not raining.

Please be careful, though, it might rain tomorrow.

Don't wait for whoever you are supposed to meet.

Go back to the one waiting for you at home.

You gotta think of that person first.

Whoever you are waiting here will not come.

Last night I repeatedly wept and cried, reading a book.

The strangest book of all is one about love.

Reading this book, I noticed that

joy and happiness last but a few pages,

the rest dominated by pain.

The sweetness of encounter takes up but a few pages,

the bitterness of departure the bulk of the book.

The sorrows of the night paid no heed to

whether I was wise or foolish.

END Of THE DAY

As you know, Jeong-yoon suffered a traffic accident,

so the homeroom teacher had to be at the hospital.

You all wish that Jeong-yoon gets better quickly, don't you?

Yes, ma'am!

Please be careful with the crossroads.

Who's in charge of cleanup today?

I will be here to inspect your work. See me before you leave.

All right, Class President?

Atten-tion! Thank you, ma'am!

Thank you, ma'am.

WE SHOULD LOVE ONE ANOTHER

Excuse me.

Sorry. You look so much like someone I know.

Oh, I see.

Is coffee any good here?

It's okay, I guess.

Who would come to get caffeinated in a joint like this?

I mean, coffee here has lost all flavors. It sometimes stinks, even.

Strangely enough, I seem to be addicted to it.

I suppose if everyone is given his or her version of Hell...

this might not be that bad after all.

I used to be ignorant and lazy.

I met a lot of men.

I had to let go a man

whom I was attracted to, due to some prior engagement...

only to find later that he was a gem among men.

I am guilty of insulting him. Guilty of suffering

from a clouded vision, incapable of locating a true love.

Guilty of possessing foolish prejudices.

I keep writing email messages of apology to these men.

Even though I don't know their addresses.

Have you heard this story before?

Or perhaps someone else might have told you this?

Um, I gotta go outside.

Need to smoke. Excuse me.

Mr. LEE, have you been waiting for long?

No. Came back from the hospital just now.

The traffic was awful. It rained too.

How is Jeong-yoon doing?

Ah, yes, Jeong-yoon is fine.

Her mother is badly hurt, though.

That's good.

Pardon?

That Jeong-yoon is fine. That's good.

Yes, indeed, it is.

Jeong-yoon sure is prone to accidents.

Last year it was a fire at her home.

I used to be Jeong-yoon's Homeroom teacher, so I should know.

I think she needs an exorcism by a shaman.

Exorcism?

You know, the stuff shamans do to ward off evil spirits.

Actually there's a strange rumor.

Rumor?

That Jeong-yoon's Mom is having an affair.

Do you know?

What?

She and I have the same name, Mi-yeon.

Jeong-yoon's Mom interviewed me for the teaching job.

And our names were the same. It was really strange.

The rain stopped.

How is your mother?

So so.

She's not getting any better.

And your sister?

She shows up every once in a while.

To ask for more money.

She is lonely, too, I guess.

Last summer, it already feels so long ago,

remember that big controversy over the film Dragon Wars?

Critic JIN Joong-gwon referred to deus ex machina on TV.

I heard about it, yes.

The idea being that tragedy must not tolerate any inconsistency,

and that the future should remain a domain of the Gods.

But that's not the way our lives actually are.

Whatever we had done, just following instinct or emotion,

later appears to be an act of fate.

Does that make us nothing more than God's toys?

Look at this thing called fate.

I mean, why have I had the parents I had?

Some are born to rich families, others aren't.

None of this is up to our choices.

Maybe it's decided in the previous lives?

I think it's plenty lonesome if we are nothing more than

cogs in the wheels of Fate.

Maybe God is innately cruel.

Remember, Aristotle precedes Jesus by a few centuries.

You are right, I guess.

I mean, is it a fate that you came to our school,

just when I was feeling so down about my life?

Let's go see a movie.

SANGDO MOTEL

Call my name.

Mi-yeon,

O Mi-yeon.

Fuck, I feel so good.

Fuckin' A.

How do you feel?

Good, yes.

Were you thinking of Jeong-yoon's Mom just now?

I love sucking cock. Better than pussy-fucking.

- Hee-gyung. - Yeah?

My Mom is a stranger to me.

I thought I knew her very well.

I think I was wrong.

Is Mom's heart closed to me, too?

I don't know if she is happy.

My Mom was watching Happiness yesterday.

Happiness?

Yeah, the movie starring LIM Soo-jung and that guy...

So you get to know Happiness when you are an adult?

How should I know?

- Hee-gyung. - Yeah?

Do you think if Dad dies, I will be happy?

Well...

Dad refuses to die, no matter hard I pray.

He refuses to go away, no matter hard I pray.

Why does God refuse to listen to my little wishes?

Because I am a bad girl?

Hey listen to this, Jeong-yoon.

Who in this world dare to terminate his relationship with God

and express his free will in the moment of the ultimate choice?

I just might be that one. I dare to do so.

I have a duty to terminate my own life.

Is that Werther?

Nope. Kirillov. From Dostoevsky, not Goethe.

I see.

I am leaving.

Goodbye.

- Hee-gyung. - Yeah?

Can I ask you a favor?

Such as?

I hope you retain a friendly relationship with the world.

Please move aside.

Jeong-yoon, you are blocking the sunlight.

As Christ loved you, you love one another. (Epistle to the Ephesians 5: 2)

Mr. LEE, I think you are possessed.

Me?

Yes.

You sound like you know how to exorcise the spirit.

Give it up. Just give it up.

In this whole wide world, there must be a woman

who would love you back.

Be courageous and resolute.

And she will be found.

I am telling you this because

I am worried about you and my parents.

You have painted yourself into a corner.

You only think of yourself.

Be courageous. Face the wider world.

Or you could take leave and travel.

I am certain you can find the right person for you.

What would you do?

If the world is so full of sorrow, it becomes intolerable...

What meaning does one's life have?

But this is the only world we have.

We must bear the pain and suffering.

Please do not say there is no hope.

The sun rises tomorrow.

Please do not say the life has no meaning.

Our lives are too short for that.

Please do not say that I have seen the end of it.

Mr. LEE.

You are invited to my birthday party on next Sunday.

I'd love to see you at my party.

- Goodbye, ma'am. - Bye.

Hello.

What do you do today?

Can we go see a movie?

I am supposed to meet my sister.

Okay, some other time then.

Crazy motherfucker.

Are you okay?

We cannot continue like this.

Please. There is no other way.

For the peace of my mind, please stop.

We cannot continue like this.

Please...

Please stop.

I believe you are ill.

For the sake of us, too, I find it desirable.

Splendid! Splendid...

You must have learned that dialogue from your husband.

It is very political, very political indeed.

Anyone can say that.

Anyone?

In this whole wide world, there must be a woman

who would love you back.

Be courageous and resolute.

I am worried about you and my marriage.

You have painted yourself into a corner.

You only think of yourself.

Be courageous. Face the wider world.

Or you could take leave and travel.

I am certain you can find the right person for you.

Then we can taste the happiness of true friendship together.

I made up my mind.

I am grateful for this evening. And your consolation...

Promise me.

That you will not movebeyond this point.

It will all end soon. Very soon.

Don't tell me that.

It's Jeong-yoon.

I'm home.

Welcome.

Dear Sir. This is the eighth letter to you.

I discovered a photograph you might find most fascinating.

I came to know its existence today for the first time.

Judging from what it shows, it appears to be a winter day.

I am sorry I am sending it to you so late.

You were away in a foreign country at the time.

This letter thus refers to an event that took place

earlier than the first letter, but is sent to you last.

How fascinating it all is.

I hope this photo brings whatever little comfort to you it could.

I will contact you again, upon a discovery of new facts.

Only ten days to the Christmas.

I dearly hope that we see snow this Christmas day.

As always, peace and happiness to you and your family.

Must think, must think.

Only thinking can save me.

Can keep me alive for long time...

I finally came to a decision.

I must leave.

I thank you for hardening my shaking resolve.

Last night I was terrified, shivered all over,

and yet I was grateful for it as well.

I want to kill your husband- you - and me.

But no, I must give it all.

You, my love, shall remain in the arms of this man.

He shall possess you, and I must leave.

Some kind of big construction project?

This is an industrial-size tool.

No, I am going to bring it down on the head of a man,

I hate the most in the world.

Pardon me?

Got anything bigger?

As a matter of fact, I do.

But it's too big to wield in your hand.

Are you thinking of doing something like that hammer thing

in Old Boy?

You are only kidding, of course.

I will bring it down on his head.

Who is it?

Hi, Jeong-yoon. It's me.

Hello Mr. LEE, just a second.

Happy Birthday to You.

Happy Birthday to Dear Jeong-yoon.

Happy Birthday.

Happy Birthday to Dear Jeong-yoon.

Happy Birthday to You.

Mr. LEE, I am so happy that you are here.

I am happy that you are a year older, Jeong-yoon.

Yes, Mr. LEE. I want to grow up fast.

So that I can leave this house as soon as I can.

Mr. LEE.

Yes.

I have never met you before, but I feel like an old friend.

I feel that I can disclose myself to you freely.

Strange, this sense of familiarity.

Perhaps because Jeong-yoon told me so much about you.

Mr. LEE.

The time flows and the flowers have wilted.

Summer is gone, autumn is past.

Winter has arrived.

By the way, Mr. LEE, this might sound strange to you,

but I used to be a socialist.

I have waited for a long time for a better world.

Of course, I understand,

how lucky I am, having survived many of my compatriots.

Last night, I heard my compatriots conversing about me.

Couldn't hear what they said.

But it made me hate myself.

What are you two talking about, so close to one another?

Mr. LEE, we have survived for too long.

We were not looking for a rose.

But when we arrived a rose had already bloomed.

It had never left,

but has arrived.

But is not everything like this?

What about...

What about our children, still?

Could you play a piece for Jeong-yoon to celebrate her birthday?

What would you want me to play?

After all...

Today's Jeong-yoon's birthday.

For children, I cannot think of anything better than Schumann's Traumerei.

Indeed.

Nothing can be done about it.

I am sorry.

I think I have fallen asleep.

I had a dream.

Very strange dream.

What manner of strange dream was it, dear?

I was a commander at a battlefield.

You, Mr. LEE, were a soldier.

You approached me and begged for a pistol.

Since I had none, I turned to my wife,

and told her to give you one.

You took the pistol from my wife's hand, kissed it,

and shot yourself with it.

You collapsed on the floor.

When the surgeon arrived, you were beyond recovery.

Your heart was still beating, but your limbs were listless.

You shot yourself just above the right eye,

and blew your brains out.

Bang!

Don't be too excited.

It was but a dream.

A dream.

Mr. LEE.

To crown it all,

a vein had opened in your arm.

Blood flowed forth.

You were still breathing.

Please stop.

Dad, Mr. LEE told you to stop!

How dare you scream at me like that?

My apologies, Mr. LEE.

Let's bring our meeting to a close.

We shall see each other again.

Again?

Again!

What do you mean, Mr. LEE?

Is it a farewell?

We made a promise.

I did not make a promise.

If not promise, then you could honor my wish.

We shall find each other out among the multitude.

I must leave. Out of my own will.

Yet if we were to leave each other forever, I will not be able to bear it.

Good bye.

Farewell.

We shall meet again.

You mean tomorrow, right?

The farce has ended.

Ach, wie sollen wir die kleine Rose buchen?

Mr. LEE!

You shall receive your reprieve.

You shall receive your reprieve.

What are you waiting for?

You talk as if you know everything about the affairs of men and women.

But perhaps one day, you might find yourself stunned, witless

and standing at the edge of an abyss.

Surrounded by consummate darkness,

no understanding, no hope and no consolation.

If you had to choose between

being deserted by someone who you cherish more than your life,

and that person becoming someone else,

which would you choose?

Please, Mr. LEE.

Please, do not startle me any further.

Please, do not leave me and go off into a distance.

Perhaps I have suffered more than you did.

But I have lived with it.

So must you.

Can you really stand it?

You are not even as strong as my roly-poly.

My roly-poly always gets up to an upright position.

No matter how hard I push it down.

To live is to be like that.

Getting up, no matter how often you are pushed down.

Mr. LEE, you will appreciate me telling you this someday.

I'd like to ask you a favor.

What is it?

Please deliver this letter to Mom.

All you have to do is give it to her.

Believe in Jesus. Avoid hellfire and damnation.

I am right now in the midst of hellfire, what is there to avoid?

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Please don't cry.

I am going to kill myself.

Please don't say that.

Kill myself.

Please don't.

Please don't.

Please don't.

Please don't.

The doors are opening. Please step back.

Brother, how about a drink?

Remember...

...the virus-host monster crap from 2007?

People have forgotten about it already.

It's all my fault. Poor Hyun-seo.

She got killed. I am her uncle.

Fuck, I threw a lot of Molotovs at that monster but none hit it!

I feel sorry to be alive. So I come here all the time,

drinking soju for poor Hyun-seo.

I am sorry, Hyun-seo.

Here, have a drink.

Live long and prosper, Mister.

A cold front is moving from China.

The wind from Inner Mongolia

is moving in South-easterly direction.

It will impact Korea in the mid-region

around this afternoon.

Please take care to wear warm clothing.

The cold will dissipate

somewhat around the Christmas day.

Uleung-do and Dok-do are the only regions in danger of excess snow.

On the eastern seaboard,

a storm warning is in effect.

Hi, you are alone today.

Yes.

Why?

Since we cannot see each other again.

Poor man. Are you not a fool? Are you not deceiving yourself?

Where does this insane passion lead to?

The only prayer you know is one for her.

Please run. Run away to a far away place.

Be wounded from thorns, stumble on the roads,

beg for water due to the thirst born out of passion,

seek the only comfort you can,

from the idea that, even for a tiny bit,

you can make her suffer for missing you.

Is this not what you wanted? What are you waiting for?

You are right.

I am still waiting.

Because I am in love. In love.

Aww shit, this is so fucking cold!

Hey slow down buster!

Why choose this cold day to fall into the tank? Fucking idiot.

Young-soo!

Young man...

I have not had a customer today,

but I will displease the Sprits if I close up the shop now.

So, I will tell your fortunes for free.

You can take what I have told you.

When you need me again, pay for the service then.

How about it?

Sure.

What is it that you wish to know?

My heart aches. I have trouble breathing.

I suffer from vertigo...

'Tis about love, I see.

Let me see your hand.

That's right.

You are hanging on to an unrequited love.

This love is no longer in your hands.

I am sorry to tell you this, but

no matter how hard you try, your position is already taken.

Stay where you are.

The harder you try to climb up, the steeper the fall.

You will lose your honor tatus.

The hotter it gets, the cooler it turns.

One must leave, the other must stay.

Such is the fate of your love.

Keep your eyes closed.

Do not look at the sun, step on the moon-shadow,

count the number of stars. Stars of your own constellation.

When you are done counting them, you shall meet a wonderful person.

That person stands in the east.

You shall see your love, for one last time.

And that will be the end of it.

I can see her again?

The place where I began.

I shall be there, where it should be.

You mean here?

This is all I shall tell thee.

Can I trust you? Is this truth?

Will she come here to see me?

All I tell is what I see in your hand.

Do not ask me of anything more.

Thank you.

I will be back for certain, when I meet her.

No, we shall not meet again. Farewell.

CAFE NOIR

SHIN Ha-gyun

MOON Jeong-hee KIM Hye-na, JUNG Yu-mi

LEE Sung-min, SIN Su-jin JEONG In-sun, CHEOYJeong-yeun

Executive Producers SHIN Jin-ho KANG Han-sub, PARK Dong-soon

Producer KIM Jong-won

Co-producer KIM Doo-heon

THE SORROWS OF YOUNG WERTHER

Written & Directed by JUNG Sung-il

WHITE NIGHTS

And was it his destined part Only one moment in his life

To be close to your heart...?

- Hello. - A delivery to Mr. KIM Chul-woo.

Please wait.

Mr. KIM, delivery for you.

Please go inside.

Mr. KIM?

Yes, I am.

A delivery from Ms. LEE Ji-young.

Please sign here.

Just a second.

I've got a letter from Ms. LEE for you.

I will read it for you. That's part of the delivery.

Chul-woo, whom I no longer love.

Congratulations on your marriage.

I am returning all the gifts I have ever received from you.

I was going to throw them away,

but I decided to be courteous. So I am returning them.

I sincerely wish an unhappy, miserable life for you.

Please, please, do not ever try to contact me.

I was going to chew you out but I decided not to.

2008, December 21, Signed, LEE Ji-young.

Attention, all customers. We are now closing the rink.

Please return the headgear and skates to the counter.

Attention, all customers.

We are now closing the rink.

Please return the headgear and skates to the counter.

Got a boyfriend?

Thank you so much.

That's quite all right.

You wouldn't understand.

I laughed for the first time since I came here today.

You are waiting for someone, too.

I can see it plainly.

I think you should go back to waiting for that person.

- Goodbye. - I see.

Already a farewell?

Of course.

Please do forgive me.

Can we have a little talk? Just for a minute or two.

You are rushing it, sir.

You should ask, not demand.

Please, all I want is just talk.

Have we met before somewhere?

Obvious. So obvious.

Are all men really so obvious?

No, you don't understand.

Please, let me explain...

That's fine.

I will probably be here again tomorrow.

Exactly like today. Maybe around dusk.

I can't tell exact time. But who cares about time?

When the day is over, and the night is beginning.

I will be here.

Without you, I will still come here in the same exact hour.

Even if you try to stop me.

But please, don't ever think that I am honoring my promise with you.

You see, I have my own things to do.

I will be honest.

It really doesn't matter if you do not show up at all.

No, no, I take it back.

I dearly want to see you tomorrow.

Could you agree to two things, though?

Please go ahead.

First, don't fall in love with me.

Friendship is fine. Yes, we will be fine friends.

But no love. Absolutely no love.

I swear.

No need for swearing.

I trust you already.

What is the other condition?

You must do what I ask.

What do you want to ask?

I will tell you tomorrow. Will you agree to it, too?

Of course.

Thank you so much.

I read it somewhere.

Drinking coffee is a sign of giving it up.

Everyone has his or her personal hell.

Drinking coffee might be a rather cozy form of hell.

Thank you.

I haven't done anything for you.

What I mean is, this evening,

I was in such pain, I was ready to collapse.

You must be an angel sent to comfort a poor soul like me.

Your kind words prove it,

showing your compassion.

By the way...

You told me yesterday you need to ask for my favor.

It is time for you to say what it is.

You are right.

Please listen to my story, and give me an advice.

I will listen to your story,

And prepare the wisest advice I can think of to give you.

No, no.

What I wish for is not merely words of wisdom.

You must advise me as if you have known me for a century.

You must advise me as if

you are my brother, who loves me the most in the world.

Indeed, I will do so.

Like I am your brother.

Please give me your hand.

- Now you can begin. - Quiet, quiet.

Please, please do not intervene.

I might lose my courage to speak.

I want you to promise this.

Only then I will be able to ask of you.

I used to run an inn with my Grandmother. She is blind.

Those who visited our inn were mostly lovers.

Looking at them, I waited and waited for someone who will love me.

However, most long-term lodgers were of crude sorts.

Sometimes, outwardly kind men would reveal jackal's smiles

and demand one night's stay with them.

I rejected their solicitations.

A woman stayed long at our place nursing her sick husband.

She left after he died.

When summer was almost finished, a man registered for a long stay.

He said he was writing a novel.

He was very shy and unlike others seemed not interested in me at all.

I instantly caught the fever of love once I laid my eyes on him.

He spent most of his time indoors, except for infrequent strolls outside.

One day, he suddenly approached me, and asked:

Will you take a walk with me?

I thought my heart would stop.

But I feigned disinterest and told him, 'No.'

He said, 'Ah, yes.'

And walked out, without another word.

As if that was a natural thing to do.

Or perhaps as if he was vengeful at the disinterest I have shown.

I regretted my action so much, that night, I could not sleep a wink.

The man's expression when he walked out by himself,

was that of a great disappointment.

Several days have past.

He stared at me for a long time and suddenly spoke to my Grandmother.

Ma'am, will you read my novel and comment on it?

It is about this very street.

Since I have never lived here, I think I better show it to you.

You probably know more about this street than anyone else.

Grandmother answered: You may read it to me, young man.

You are right about one thing.

I have seen everything that happened here since I was born.

He took Grandmother outside, seated her in a chair,

and began to tell his story, looking down at the Cheonggye stream.

No one I have known ever treated her so warmly as he did.

He read her his story with utmost sincerity.

When finished, he got up, and told her:

By the way, ma'am, may I walk around with your granddaughter?

Since I am not familiar with this area,

If she could explain to me about the places and things,

my own story would gain greater reality.

Grandmother gave him the answer I desperately wanted.

Go ahead, young man. Sun-hwa, guide this gentleman around.

I cannot possibly tell you in words how happy I was.

I was able to take a walk with him with my Grandmother's blessing.

He was very courteous, and never took advantage of me.

He did not even hold my hand. I so desperately wanted him to.

He always had his hands at his back.

Often he made me laugh out loud with funny tales of his.

Of course, I would have laughed at anything he said.

Of course, I would have laughed at anything he said...

He read his novel to Grandmother.

Then spent one hour walking with me.

He never went over an hour.

After walking up to Gwanghwamun, always,

we would return, and he would work on his novel.

We would return, and he would work on his novel.

I used to eavesdrop on him, spending an entire night that way.

But I could not hear anything from his room.

Sometimes I would hear sobs.

But the sounds were so small, as if he did not want to be found out,

so I could not knock on his door.

Finally, finally, he read all of his novels.

He closed the final page and told Grandmother.

Ma'am, my novel is finished.

I will be leaving you tomorrow.

I know. What he said was meant for me.

I was so shocked, I almost fell down there and then.

But he went up stairs to his room, without even looking back.

I made up my mind many times.

I will do it tonight.

Hiding myself from Grandmother, like a stray cat.

I was about to knock on his door, weeping,

the door opened.

I was so taken aback, I was ready to scream.

He was surprised, too. He looked as if he saw a ghost.

I kissed him in his open mouth.

Whence did this courage come from?

I begged him.

Please take me away, please.

I will gladly be your maidservant. All you have to do is take me away.

He, as always, told me softly, without touching my body.

You must not say such things.

I remember every word of what he said.

My beloved.

You have not realized how much I cherish you.

When I read my novel to your Grandmother,

do you realize how happy your faint sighs have made me?

And do you realize how joyful I have found your small laughs?

Good and beautiful maiden.

I must go back.

But I will return to your side.

I swear.

I asked him:

Do I have to wait for you?

Is this love? Are you sworn to uphold love?

He said:

Yes, I will be back to you in one year.

Listen to me carefully.

After one year, we have to prove our love for each other.

If I were to be married, only you can be my bride.

No one but you.

If you still love me then,

I will confess my love to you.

I will confess my love...

If one year is not enough, I will confess the next year.

Of course, provided that you are still in love with me.

I shall not bind you to my words. I have no courage to do so.

He told me all this, and left me the next day.

I told nothing about this to my Grandmother.

It was his wishes.

My story is almost done.

One year has past since that day.

What happened to him?

He has been here for three days already. And yet...

And yet?

He does not tell me anything.

Wait a moment.

How would you write it, if it were you?

What would I write?

The letter, of course.

It has never occurred to me. To write a letter.

How foolish of me.

You promised me.

That you will give me the best advice.

As if you were my brother.

Very good, I will write that letter.

Dear Love,

Please forgive my haste.

I have spent one year in hope and therefore in happiness.

Would you blame me for succumbing to suspicion

only after a day?

Now that you have returned,

perhaps your mind has changed.

If it were so, let me assure you by dint of this letter,

that I will not complain.

Nor will I begrudge you.

I only regret that I could not hold your heart for but a year.

Nonetheless, that is my fate.

Please do not be offended by this rushed letter.

It only shows just how I miss, oh how I miss you.

Please do not tell me that even that was a mistake.

Wonderful!

How could you have written it as if you were inside my heart?

You are indeed a gift to me.

You must have been my brother in the previous life.

Now, all you have to do is...

Now, all you have to do is,

to deliver this letter.

This is his address.

I know he is staying there.

No chance that he could be somewhere else.

I can come out only three hours a day like this.

Since...

Since no one looks after my Grandmother.

Then, I have to wait for him in the hours of longest shadow,

standing on the bridge.

What ifjust when I am gone to deliver the letter to him,

he shows up and is disappointed that I am not here,

all this waiting would have been for nothing.

So, I ask you, one who is like my brother, to deliver it.

I won't be able to sleep tonight, overwhelmed by joy.

Oh, it is too late, too late.

Grandmother won't be able to sleep, waiting for me.

Goodbye, until tomorrow. Until tomorrow.

Why am I so happy?

Why does looking at you make me so happy?

Does it?

What would have become of me if I had not met you?

You are too wonderful for me to even properly thank you.

Even if I am married, even after I am married,

we shall remain as close as the closest siblings in the world.

No, let me be honest.

I will love you. As much as I love him.

Because you do not love me, not love me in the least,

I can love you.

How could you be so chivalrous?

Absolutely refusing to harass me.

But that allowed me to share everything with you.

My God, I cannot ask for a better friend than you.

Wait, wait.

Do you know what I have done all day today?

What have you done?

Please ask me.

Please ask me what I have done for you today.

What have you done for me today?

First of all, I have delivered the letter.

What did he say?

Did he read my letter?

Did he tear it up, by any chance? No, that cannot be.

Did he finish it? Why is he notcoming to see me now?

Or have you brought a reply?

Just a minute.

Just a minute.

He has not come.

He has not come.

Even after reading my letter.

Even when you delivered my letter.

Wait, please don't be sad.

Please listen to me, wiping your tears.

Perhaps he could not come yet.

Perhaps you may have waited for him in the wrong hour.

Perhaps he has not finished his novel, so he couldn't come out.

If he meant to reject you, he would have sent a reply.

That must be it.

Otherwise he would have come.

Oh, indeed.

I was too hasty.

He will come tomorrow.

Already, it is deep into the night.

Grandmother will be waiting for me.

Hello.

Singing fucking lullaby in the middle of night, and no baby!

Fuck you, like you know it all.

Too late. We were too late.

The stars halted here.

Perhaps the prophet was wrong?

It cannot be. Cannot be.

If we cannot see the holy child,

what do we do with the gold, frankincense and myrrh?

Are you worried about those mere things?

I had a dream last night.

We were guided here, not merely to deliver our gifts.

Our momentary distress cannot be compared to

the unimaginably enormous and eternal glory that will be ours.

We should remain steadfast in our faiths.

We should not argue over them.

His days shall visit upon us like a thief in the night.

So it was foretold.

Delivery from Mr. KIM Dae-won.

Please sign here.

Here's a letter, too.

How are you?

How are you?

We must have some connection.

I recognized you immediately.

Can I take a sip of your Coke?

Um... sure.

Thanks.

In return, I will tell you three lies I know.

Three most terrible lies.

The third most terrible lie.

I've never been in love like this before.

The second most terrible lie.

I love you, truly.

The worst, most terrible lie of all.

I love you forever.

So, when your lover's tongue toys with the word "forever," be careful.

That means the practice for departure has begun.

When things are tough, I close one eye and look at things.

When you eat a really sour lemon, you close one eye.

Then you can stand the sourness.

With the other open eye, you regard the world.

There is no such thing as something truly intolerable.

Yes, perhaps that's true.

My favorite time of the day.

All works and duties are finished,

people returning to their homes, to rest, eat and sleep.

As they return home,

they will think of good ways to spend

remaining few hours of freedom.

Forgive me for babbling like this.

After all, I have to carry around letters and boxes

with people's stories inside.

It is no joke.

Some end up crying, others end up joyful.

I can figure out what is going on by just looking at a person's face.

They repeat and repeat again,

the kind of stories I read in the books.

I am going home now.

I can't figure out your story.

Anyway I will tell you a secret.

If you take a Dobong-san direction train at Geonguk U. Station,

most astonishingly, you can smell B.B. Q beef inside the train!

I told you a secret, so you tell me one too.

It is now time to leave.

- It is late in the night. - Oh, no!

Don't give it up. No matter how hard it is.

In this whole wide world, there must be a woman

who would love you back.

Try your best. I am sure you can find her.

This is the only world we have.

We must bear the pain and suffering.

Our lives are too short for that.

Please do not say that you have seen the end of it.

Because...

Mister, when you first began,

where it should have been, I will be there.

See you at that place.

Where is the letter?

Has he written back?

He has not returned.

The sun has set already, and he has not returned.

There is no reply.

And your beloved has not returned?

Oh, he can do whatever he wants! Yes, whatever he wants!

If he wants to abandon me like this, he can do that too!

This is not right.

Something is not right.

Perhaps he has not finished his reply.

What are your thoughts? Please tell me.

Please explain to me.

How could this be?

How he can remain silent.

Just one sentence is good enough.

Let us write it one, one more time.

No.

No, thank you.

This is enough.

Because I will.

Forget. Him.

Forget. Him.

I will live like that.

Did you think I will ruin myself out of disappointment?

Not a chance.

Did you think I will go to the Han River and jump into it?

Not a chance.

My heart is so peaceful at this moment.

I learned his true feelings.

Let's go and dance and drink together.

I want to indulge myself tonight.

With you.

None of this is your fault. None of this...

Listen. Please listen to me.

I realized, while I was dancing.

I had a request to make.

You said you will honor it.

Please take me far away.

Far, far away. Where he cannot reach.

So that I can be a concubine to a Persian prince.

I must...

You must not say such things.

Please, I beg of you.

You have honored my every request.

You and I are friends, remember?

I beg for your mercy. With all my might.

I am an abandoned woman.

Will you, the kindest man in the world,

also abandon me?

Or do you consider me an inconsiderate woman?

Don't say how fast and easily you can forget and betray love.

If I stay here like this,

I may become insane.

Please don't cry.

It is so hard me to bear watching you cry.

Look.

I can do whatever it is that you command.

Do you see my smile?

If you can really leave with me...

Of course, of course.

I can start a new life now.

I swear to you.

I can throw away everything that held me down, and start anew.

Now you are happy. And I am happy, too.

Yes, I can swear you. I can promise you.

I am so grateful, the kindest man in the world!

Why have not I recognized the one meant to take care of me?

Please take me home.

This time, please take me home.

So that you will not be lost when you come to fetch me later.

Look at the heavens. The stars.

The moon, in that blue sky.

Tomorrow will be clear.

It will be a good day to depart for a long journey tomorrow.

You were right!

I have been mistaken about hours.

The longest night in the year, the hour with the longest shadow,

is not the midnight!

I was wrong. How foolish!

I just realized it now.

Now.

He has returned.

Jesus Leads to Heaven, The Unfaithful Go to Hell...

Believing in Jesus guarantees going to Heaven.

Jesus Leads to Heaven, The Unfaithful Go to Hell...

Believing in Jesus guarantees going to Heaven.

Jesus Leads to Heaven, The Unfaithful Go to Hell...

Boy, it's damn cold.

Please forgive me.

Please forgive me,

my beloved.

I am looking up at the heavens.

Between the drifting clouds,

I see stars glittering in the heavens.

O Stars, you shall never fall.

In the dark streets returning home from an encounter with you,

the stars always shined on me, lest I become lost.

However, it is time for a farewell.

It is time for me to depart.

I shall not hesitate.

I hear the bells that hasten my steps.

It is done.

Farewell.

Farewell.

Why do you wake me?

Has the spring arrived already?

You have seduced me,

and drench me in your heavenly tears.

Yet I, too, have declined. The time for me to wilt has come.

The time for the storms that will scatter

my leaves around has come.

A drifter who saw me once,

shall visit me tomorrow.

He will seek me in the field

but shall not find me.

How are you?

Oh, how are you?

This is Jeong-yoon's homeroom teacher from last year.

This is Jeong-yoon's father.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

I am sorry. I should have greeted you first.

Do you know it ends right here?

Pardon?

Jeong-yoon wrote the play herself.

It ends with Jesus being crucified.

No resurrection scene.

I found it strange, so I asked her why.

She said, some believe in the resurrection, others do not.

So she decided to leave it up to each person what to make of it.

For those who believe, it will be a reminder of His promise,

for others, mere self-destruction.

It can appear glorious, or ridiculous,

maybe even pitiable.

Isn't that interesting?

It is...

interesting.

Father, they know not what they are doing.

New Year is around the corner!

10... 8, 7, 6, 5

4, 3, 2, 1!

Step down! Step down! LEE Myung-bak step down!

Happy New Year!

Which direction?

Yonsin-nae.

Can I give you a ride?

Thanks.

Have we met before?

Maybe we have.

Dear Sir, how have you been? This is my eleventh letter to you.

He has left this world.

He spent four nights like a corpse, woke up in the middle of night.

And he told his blind mother,

I have been awake for three hours.

Mother, I think I will die today.

He asked me for a New Testament.

Asked to read any passage.

I read a verse from the Gospel According to Matthew.

Do not try to stop me. He said.

Do you see, Mother?

This means that I must die.

In the early dawn, he has left the world.

I have no words of consolation for his poor, blind mother.

The funeral workers took his remains away.

Neither priest nor pastor followed his procession.

I shall not write another letter.

This will be my last letter to you.

Goodbye.

In 2009, the Year of the Ox,

I wish for peace in your house and happiness for you.

Let's go.

Asshole.

What are you going to do?

I'll have the baby.

What are you going to do with the baby?

Raise it.

And then?

Make a living, I guess.

I am no longer afraid.

I won't try to die, ever.

If it rains, I will be drenched in rain.

If the wind blows, I will face it.

I will work hard!

I will wait for the morning every day, without fail.

I am going to see how wonderful the world really is.

Let me greet the baby.

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday!

What about you?

What?

When mankind landed on the moon for the first time,

they brought back a moon rock.

What would you take from the Earth

if you had to leave it?