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(Final episode)

It's a little kid.

It seems like...

her parents already crossed the Sanzu River.

How did this little girl manage to stay alive for so long?

I came to take her,

but I was also startled to see that she was still alive.

This little girl is trying so hard to stay alive.

Why don't you take a step back?

But she won't be able to last for too long.

You never know...

what might happen in that short amount of time.

Father, I see something over there.

What?

My gosh.

Hey, they're filthy. Don't touch anything.

They're dead.

They must be from Goguryeo.

They were probably wandering around after their country collapsed...

and ended up dying a futile death.

Let me see.

Let's take the wagon.

Thank you for the wagon. My goodness.

She moved.

Can you see me?

You're alive.

Don't be sad.

I'm sure your parents went to the Guest House of the Moon.

I heard it from a granny who sells medicine.

There's a place called the Guest House of the Moon...

somewhere in the wilderness.

It's where dead people go...

to get some rest before they leave for the afterlife.

What's your name?

Man Weol.

The moon.

Your name means "full moon".

It's pretty.

Do you think...

we could've met in our past lives?

I'm from 1,300 years ago.

I wonder how we came to meet.

Sometimes, it takes 1,300 years...

for two people to meet each other.

It takes a very long time for us to be able to see...

the light coming from the stars.

The Orion Nebula is 1,300 light years away from Earth.

That means it takes 1,300 years...

for us to be able to see it with our own eyes.

Really?

Where is it right now?

You can only see it during winter, so you can't see it right now.

Winter?

Starting from the next full moon,

the energy of the moon will be withdrawn from this place.

From now on, you won't be getting any new guests.

I guess you're telling me to close it down.

Your Guest House of the Moon...

will only exist...

up until the next full moon.

It's a pity that we can only see it...

in winter.

Chan Seong, is there a star we can see right now...

instead of the Orion Nebula?

Well...

I'm not sure. I'm not very good with astronomy.

So I can't answer that question.

You dumb Harvard graduate.

You could've just pointed...

at any one of those stars in the sky.

Do you think I would've corrected you if you were wrong?

I would've just acted like I was impressed.

Shall I, then?

Let's see. I should pick a beautiful, shining one...

so that you'll like it.

Forget it. It's too late.

There really is one more.

Another star you can see after living through 1,300 years.

Me, Ku Chan Seong.

I told you that I'm your dazzling star.

All right. You're all I need.

I don't care about the star that I can only see in winter.

I'll be happy as long as I can see you.

Look at you, Chan Seong. You shine so brightly.

I'm totally dazzled by you.

Look at you, Man Weol.

You're looking so bright like the full moon.

"The full moon"?

Actually, I'll call you my lucky charm.

You deserve the nickname as you've gotten much nicer.

Didn't you call me "Pork Rice Soup" once?

You said you'd happily be reincarnated as chicken noodle soup.

What if that actually happens?

It's okay. I'll be the side salad that goes with it.

Really?

- Seriously? - Yes.

- You really mean it, right? - Yes.

You said you'd be the side salad. You promised me.

Yes, I'll really be the side salad for you.

Did Mr. Kim go somewhere?

He went out after chatting with those guests.

Yes.

Where did he go?

My new novel will be released.

It's about a salacious scholar, Kim Si Ik...

whose appointment got canceled though he passed the state exam.

I should just leave before I must face...

such humiliation. I should really leave.

We have to say goodbye to each other when we leave.

Promise me you won't leave without saying anything.

Gosh.

Oh, dear.

Ms. Jang, I can't find Mr. Kim anywhere.

He's probably with Hyun Joong.

No, he's not.

I couldn't find him anywhere in the hotel.

Maybe he stepped out.

He rarely leaves the hotel.

Even when he does, he never leaves alone.

He still sounds like a man living in the Joseon era, you know.

Apparently, he left the bar...

looking all worried in the middle of chatting with some guests...

about a scholar who aced the state exam.

A scholar who aced the state exam?

You know about his situation, right?

By any chance, was his name...

Kim Si Ik when he was alive?

Who is the guest that spoke ill...

of Mr. Kim?

I was telling him that I died before I could publish...

the book I wrote about the scholar, Kim Si Ik.

And the novel mocks Kim Si Ik, doesn't it?

It's a fiction I wrote based on thorough research.

So that novel will actually be released?

I sent the manuscript to my publisher.

They'll publish it as my posthumous work.

Who is this stupid publisher?

And how many people have read this?

I still write in longhand,

so there's only one manuscript.

I'm sure the editor-in-chief is the only one who's read it.

I must find this publisher.

His handwriting is still so bad.

Gosh, my eyes hurt.

("Salacious Scholar, Kim Si Ik")

Is the air conditioner on?

I am not a salacious scholar.

This isn't fair.

First, bribe him to buy the manuscript off him.

Offer him all the money from selling the horses. He'll accept it.

But I'm worried Mr. Kim might cause trouble before we do that.

If he does anything to harm humans,

the Grim Reaper won't let it slide.

Mr. Kim is like a crane.

Have you seen a crane attacking humans?

He can't harm anyone.

Still, he's been holding a grudge for 500 years.

Cranes make sure their feathers stay...

as white as snow even when they're standing in mud.

Mr. Kim waited for 500 years...

to clear his name.

I'm Kim Si Ik. I am not salacious.

I scared him too much.

I just want to make sure the book won't be published.

Should I have gone easy on him?

Sir!

What's wrong?

I saw a ghost.

- Sorry? - A ghost?

I just saw Kim Si Ik, who is dead.

- Hold on. - You saw his ghost?

- It means the book will be a hit! - We will hit the jackpot!

My gosh, sir!

- I was really scared. - What a lucky dream!

It wasn't a dream. I really saw him, you fool!

- Are we celebrating tonight? - A team dinner will be nice!

- Guys, how about sushi? - My gosh.

Mr. Kim.

Mr. Ku, Ms. Jang. You knew I'd be here?

Look at yourself.

Let's go back to the hotel first.

I cannot go back to the hotel for I am too humiliated.

I'll just take the bus here and head to the afterlife.

Mr. Kim, why are you being like this?

You're the ace of our hotel, and you're like a dignified crane.

Cranes do not drop their heads.

Hold your head high.

I'll get the manuscript from the publisher no matter what.

Mr. Ku...

You're refusing to return to the hotel,

so you should stay in Chan Seong's room.

Thank you, Mr. Ku.

Only the editor-in-chief has read this,

and he didn't even finish it.

I went through hoops to persuade him because the author is very famous.

How did you persuade him?

I told him that Kim Si Ik is my ancestor.

Chan Seong lied to him that he's your descendant,

and I spent a fortune to buy it off him.

Thank you so much.

"Salacious Scholar, Kim Si Ik"?

("Salacious Scholar, Kim Si Ik")

I suppose I'll never be able to clear my name.

If it's not true, explain and prove your innocence.

Could you tell us what happened?

Everyone called me a genius because I passed...

the triennial state exam at a very young age.

However, I failed the main civil service exam every year.

After the age of 40,

I left my hometown and settled down in Hanyang.

Then I focused solely on studying for the exam.

Watching how others live was the only thing that gave me joy...

while studying so hard, which made me feel lonely at times.

I saw a young girl looking after her blind father,

and I also saw two brothers whose families...

always fought.

- My gosh. - Hey.

Seeing a young couple fall in love, disregarding their social status,

was beautiful too.

When reading books became boring,

I came up with stories based on what I had seen on the street.

Master, this is so sad.

What happens next?

Of course, back then, for scholars,

writing a story other than in Chinese characters...

was considered unconventional.

However, the stories I had written weren't degrading at all.

Wait, you wrote stories...

about a dutiful daughter, a faithful woman, and siblings...

Are they about Sim Cheong, Chun Hyang, Heung Bu, and Nol Bu?

You wrote all of those stories?

The authors of these stories are unknown in this world.

If that's true. You're Shakespeare of the Joseon Dynasty.

But those stories ruined my life...

when my life was at its peak.

Master, congratulations. You'll make a glorious return.

Your appointment will be canceled.

What do you mean?

It's my understanding that you wrote these stories.

You call yourself a scholar.

How dare you write stories about lowly lives of the commoners?

Seeing how you call these stories as your writing,

it's a humiliation to fellow scholars.

Every scholar will make sure that someone as vulgar and nasty...

as you does not receive a title of rank.

I only wrote stories about people's lives.

How could you call these stories degrading?

A story of an adulterous couple.

A story where the order between brothers is broken.

A story that confuses the masses through absurd imaginations.

How can a scholar come up with such stories?

Master! Master!

Kim Si Ik.

If you know what it means to be humiliated,

don't you ever lift your head up.

Due to the petition brought by other scholars, I was disqualified.

The son of a powerful family took up my position.

My father who was in my hometown was humiliated,

so he refused to eat which caused him to die in the end.

I didn't have the courage to face my wife who had been supporting me.

As I could neither go back to my hometown nor stay there,

I died...

all by myself, feeling lost in the world.

I feel incredibly wronged.

At first, he waited for his so-called humiliating stories...

to disappear in this world.

But people puffed up his stories, and the stories spread even more.

Everyone in this world...

knows the stories of Chun Hyang and Sim Cheong.

I'm sure a part of him was feeling hopeful.

He could have washed his humiliation and felt proud instead.

However, there's no evidence.

Can you truly trust everything he says?

No wonder why someone would write a book about him.

People don't know about the stories he wrote.

He just became a salacious scholar...

who got disqualified in the end...

because he wrote so-called nasty stories.

I will read every page of this manuscript.

Mr. Kim is okay though, right?

He will stay in my room for now.

Sanchez.

I remember seeing you at the dinner the other day.

Yes. What brings you here?

I have a situation,

so I'll be staying in Mr. Ku's room for a while.

I see.

Then does he also work at the hotel?

He's the Grim Reaper.

He's not an easy man to meet if you're alive.

Say hello.

But he's not here because he has business with me, right?

No. I'm here to console an old friend of mine.

The Grim Reaper bought me some beer.

Would you like to join us?

No, I'm good. Please go ahead.

Please allow me to stay for a while.

Sure.

- Homeowner. - Yes?

As I didn't have any food for beer, I picked dates in your yard.

If we meet in the future,

I'll repay you for them.

Sure.

I have peanuts. Do you want me to bring some peanuts?

Excuse me.

I didn't know that's what had happened to Kim Si Ik.

It's unfortunate,

but I don't want to go against 500-year-old resentment...

to publish the book.

I will get rid of it.

It would be a shame to destroy it like this.

My manager read every page of the novel.

He told me the story was quite fascinating.

If I were to overlook the perverted scholar part,

you turned the scholar into a pretty enticing character.

The noble-minded scholar who did not get involved...

in the conflict between two major factions.

A romantic scholar who would write to his wife...

who was waiting in his hometown once every month stood out.

I did my research. That's what he did.

I'll tell you what. "Kim Si Ik decided..."

"not to join the social cliques to gain power."

"As an outsider of the group,"

"he indulged himself in perverted, erotic stories."

Let's change this part.

"The existing stories which were written in the Korean alphabet..."

"with unknown writers..."

"were actually written by the scholar, Kim Si Ik."

You won't be able to write this as a historical book,

but it would make a very fascinating theme for a novel.

You're right.

"Shin Yun Bok was a woman."

There's a book with that theme too.

In novels, everything is possible.

Let's go with that then.

The most romantic scholar in the Joseon Dynasty...

and the best storyteller who was as noble as a crane.

Kim Si Ik.

"Crane"? This title just crossed my mind.

This beautiful novel will follow my masterpiece,

"War of Cranes". It's called "Song of a Crane".

"Song of a Crane". Let's sing that song.

Sir, write a great story.

What just happened?

"Song of a Crane"!

You must start the song. What are you doing?

This is a popular symptom of people who died from overworking.

I forgot to mention that he passes out within 30 seconds...

upon grabbing his pen.

What? If he keeps passing out...

every 30 seconds,

when will he finish his novel?

We must get help from another writer.

What? Another writer? Who?

We have a novelist who wanted to work hard, but couldn't...

before he died.

Sir, from what I've observed so far,

your writing is superb.

But you haven't decided...

on what to write about yet.

We have a great topic as well as an excellent teacher.

Will you...

complete a novel?

Does that mean I'll remain as a character in a fictional story?

On the records, Kim Si Ik is known as a scholar...

who got disqualified for writing vulgar stories.

There's only one line.

That will not disappear even if you wait for 500 years.

Is that so?

But it's not fictional...

that you were an affectionate husband and noble scholar.

Remaining in this world in a novel...

is not a bad deal for me.

Is that so?

Besides, it's a novel.

Since we're at it, let's say that he was tall...

and very handsome.

How will they know?

Was there anyone you thought you resembled?

There's a guy...

whom I thought to resemble me.

Okay. Who is it?

Young people call him Mr. Hip.

So Ji Sub?

Are you telling me that you resemble So Ji Sub?

Come on, you...

You definitely look like him!

Yes. You look just like him.

I resemble him even more from this side.

Goodness, you're right.

Turn around a bit more.

Keep turning.

Yes, that's it.

The back of your hair is pitch black just like his.

Goodness, Mr. Kim.

You're a hip, handsome guy.

I didn't know he could do martial arts.

He sounds pretty cool.

Gosh, the writer romanticized the guy too much.

This will be a hit.

Ms. Jang. Mr. Ku.

The last part is complete.

Let's see.

It's good.

Editor-in-Chief Kim.

There's a draft of a book I received from a rookie writer.

Check the second shelf of the bookcase in my writing room.

The story is about a scholar Kim Si Ik in Joseon Dynasty...

and the author's name is Bae Sung Hoon.

Yes, of course.

Right.

(Song of a Crane)

(Song of a Crane)

The books have been published...

and our two writers left with smiles on their faces.

I made this cocktail as a token of my gratitude,

so please enjoy.

I said I'm not a fan of Tears.

Still, it's for a special occasion this time,

so please drink up.

What's the meaning behind it this time?

They are tears of regretful parting.

I, Kim Si Ik, a scholar of Joseon, have washed away my shame.

With these tears that symbolize my reluctance to leave,

I will now head to the afterlife.

Mr. Kim...

We will...

wash down our tears with this drink...

and say goodbye.

Thank you for everything.

I thank you for all your hard work and apologize for leaving first.

Take care, Mr. Kim.

It's been 70 years, but you're still like a baby.

Goodbye, Mr. Kim.

I'll get going.

(The Sanzu River)

Goodbye.

Ms. Jang.

Thank you for preserving my name...

and letting me be remembered...

as a scholar as mysterious as a crane.

These are the tears I give to you as my gratitude.

I hope for nothing more...

than the cold and icy moon of yours...

to set down in warmth.

(To Ms. Jang)

This tastes awful.

Why don't you come to the hotel these days?

Why would I when it'll soon be gone?

I came to check if Hyun Mi had died...

because that would mean you'd soon be leaving too.

Well, Mr. Kim left.

See? You're sad because he left too.

That's how I'll feel if you go as well.

Please say that you'll stay.

It's sad...

that he's no longer with us,

but we sent him off with nothing but joy.

Because nothing is sadder...

than to stay in this world.

What's sad about being with me?

Look at me and my sister.

Is that what you want for us?

Fine, leave then.

I can't stay and watch you cross over though.

Kim Yu Na's parents is telling me to go and study abroad,

so I'll go. It's perfect, right?

You can go to the afterlife,

and I'll go abroad.

Let's just leave our graves behind here...

and say our farewell.

Thank you.

Excuse me.

I've seen you watching from outside the pharmacy.

Are you perhaps a relative of my baby's father?

I was once...

a daughter-in-law of the Myeongju Yoon family.

My baby will never be of...

the Myeongju Yoon family.

It will take my surname instead.

If it's a son,

he'll be the sole heir who'll carry on the family line.

And a daughter will equally be the sole heir too.

They don't carry on the family line though.

Once she marries, she'll become a member...

of her husband's family and...

Are you from Joseon or something?

No one thinks like that in this day and age.

If the grandparents want to see my baby,

then I'll grant visitations.

However, whether it's a boy or a girl,

this baby will just be...

my child.

What's wrong?

Why...

did I never think of that...

for my daughter?

I feel so sorry for her.

This child...

The child who is inside your womb...

I hope the child is born healthy,

and that he lives a good life.

Look.

This.

Which one should I post?

This one is good.

This one? Okay.

You take so many photos. Do you have any followers?

Of course. Hyun Joong, Yu Na, and Sanchez.

That's all?

Your boiled egg looks much better.

You were taking so many pictures.

I thought you had about a million followers.

You haven't even pressed "like" once. You have no right to say that.

I don't do social media.

- Famous manager Ferguson said... - Forget it.

I'm sure he said something great.

But that's what he thinks. I will...

What is it now?

"Like"...

He pressed "like".

Who? Sanchez?

Kim Joon Hyun.

Kim Joon Hyun did it.

Look at this. He pressed "like" for the picture I posted...

about thistle rice.

(Like, Kim Joon Hyun, Follow)

He really did.

You only have three followers.

How did he find your post and press "like"?

I... I don't wish for anything more.

I have been recognized by the master gourmet.

Since when did you like Kim Joon Hyun so much?

What?

From the first time I saw him,

I liked everything about him.

He looks like someone I know.

I was going through hard times because of my undesirable hobby.

Suddenly a young guy appeared and saved me with the game of go.

He also recommended I go on gourmet trips.

He looks exactly like Kim Joon Hyun.

That's me.

- What are you talking about? - I went to the lodge 200 years ago.

To get Moon Tree flower, and I told you that.

It was me who won the go game and drew you the gourmet map.

It was me.

Don't be ridiculous.

I remember clearly. He had a big build like Kim Joon Hyun.

He was very nice and kind.

Even if you exaggerate, you can even be his half.

What are you trying to do?

That's the way Ma Go changed your memories.

Now I realize that we did visit so many delicious places.

They were all good.

Lastly, there is something you have to eat.

You have to...

eat that later.

You have to.

Let's eat. Naengmyeon is getting cold.

Okay. Let's eat before it gets cold.

Do you want mustard?

Kim Joon Hyun said the vinegar...

is what you must have with Pyongyang naengmyeon.

Wasn't that Baek Jong Won?

It could be.

You're 1,300 years old for sure.

You are confused about what your favorite guy said.

- How much? - Just a little.

It looks delicious.

Aren't you adding any?

With Pyongyang naengmyeon, you have to taste the broth first.

Of the staffers, you will be the only one left.

Most of the guests are gone too.

Thanks for all your work.

- We will be going. - Okay.

Ms. Choi.

I have to go to get Hyun Mi.

Tae Seok contacted me.

Bring your sister here.

I'll tell Ms. Jang.

Hyun Mi, I am here.

Hyun Joong.

Hyun Mi.

Hyun Joong.

Do you know how long I've waited for you?

Let's go.

Yu Na.

You are Hyun Joong's sister, Hyun Mi.

Thanks to your kind brother, you'll leave without losing your way.

What about Yu Na?

Does she know you are leaving?

I saw her at the hospital.

Could you give this to her?

And...

Please tell her...

that each second and minute of time left to her...

is all so precious...

so she should be a good student...

and be happy.

Ma'am.

Ma'am.

I'd be happy to give all the time I have left.

Please grant me a favor.

Hyun Joong.

Take this with you.

You left flowers on my grave too.

I got these to give to you.

I asked Ma Go...

and I put myself in huge debt to get this for you.

She told me that I have to live a really good life...

in order to repay her for the favor she's done for me.

So you don't need to worry about me.

Thank you.

I won't worry.

Bye, Hyun Joong.

Goodbye.

Why are you suddenly meeting Mi Ra's parents?

It's like you guys are planning to get married.

We're...

going to get married this winter.

Then that's going to be a really important event.

It's weird that you'd want to meet her parents at a pizza restaurant.

We chose this place because of you.

You have no idea how much my parents trust you.

Back when they came to to the States to take me back,

all of my friends helped me hide from them,

but you told them where I was.

You won a lot of brownie points for that.

They think you're a very honest friend.

Well, it's nice to hear that your parents think I'm trustworthy.

But I still don't get why you'd want me to be here...

when you introduce him to your parents.

If my parents end up not liking Yeong Su,

you should help me convince them.

Why? It's your marriage.

And I'm not even his brother.

I don't have a family to introduce her to,

so she must be really worried.

Sanchez, can you be his older brother?

You should tell them what a great guy Yeong Su is.

It's like marketing. You know what I mean, right?

Actually, just tell them that I'm pregnant.

I'm not a gynecologist.

I'm just an owner of a pizza restaurant.

You're being really weird.

Mi Ra, you shouldn't lie to your parents like that.

If they happen to disapprove of me,

I'll do my best to convince them.

I don't want you to feel lonely.

I can't wait to become your family.

Mi Ra.

I guess they won't have any problems getting married this winter.

We're so different when it comes to choosing a refrigerator.

It's better to have a bigger freezer.

There are so many things to store in the freezer.

You never eat anything in the freezer anyway.

Let's just buy one that has a big refrigerating space...

so we can eat fresh food.

Honey.

Do you choose me or the refrigerating space?

Your love for me should be equal to the size of the freezer.

I love you as much as the size of the North Pole.

So let's get a fridge that has a lot of refrigerating space.

- Done. - Just forget it.

I'm going to go take a look at the furniture.

Stop right there.

Ms. Jang?

You're getting married,

Ms. Lee?

Did Chan Seong tell you?

Where is he? Is he here with you?

He went to get some milk tea,

Ms. Lee.

I asked if you're getting married.

Yes, we're getting married this winter.

I'll give you an invitation once we finish printing them.

I'd like to give you a gift first.

A gift for me?

I wanted to give you...

an unforgettable gift.

Look.

Song Hwa.

Song Hwa.

You'd better be good to Yeon Woo.

If you ever make him cry,

I'll turn your life upside down just like that TV.

Do you like it?

Yes.

I'll get you this TV as a wedding gift.

I hope you look at it...

and always remember what I just said.

What did you say to Mi Ra?

I just wished her...

a happy life with her husband as they watch TV together.

You gave Mi Ra a wedding gift?

Yes.

I heard they're getting married in winter.

I won't be able to buy them anything in winter...

since I won't be here anymore.

Ms. Choi's leaving today.

The full moon will be here soon.

Your Guest House of the Moon...

will only exist...

up until the next full moon.

Your hands are cold.

Should I get you a warm drink?

No.

It's nice. It feels like winter.

But why did you get her a TV?

I noticed that the TV could flip upside down.

What about that?

You don't need to know.

You remember...

Yeon Woo, right?

Who's Yeon Woo?

He's no longer the person who loves you the most.

I know.

It's Ms. Choi now.

The rooms...

are all empty now.

Ms. Jang, I'll be off now.

Thank you for letting me stay all these years...

and protecting me.

Thanks to you,

I was able to learn a big lesson...

at a very important moment.

Thank you.

Mr. Ku.

I was the one who suggested that we should make you enter Room 13.

I always felt guilty about that.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

If I didn't enter Room 13 that day,

I wouldn't have been able to obtain that one second.

Even if you ever get to obtain an entire lifetime,

don't ever let anyone see you wearing your tiger print suit.

It'll make you lose everything.

I'll keep that in mind.

Ms. Jang.

Now that we're about to say goodbye,

it suddenly reminds me of the day I first came to Man Weol Lodge.

Where do you think you're doing?

Are you stealing that knife...

so you can kill everyone in that family?

My daughter...

The man who killed his own daughter...

just welcomed a new child.

You won't be able to kill anyone with that knife.

If you take this, you'll be able to kill at least a few people.

After that, you'll get captured and disappear into thin air...

like you always wanted.

But the person you actually want to kill...

is yourself for having failed to protect...

your precious daughter.

You'll get to live a new life if you stay here...

and head to your afterlife, but I know you don't want that.

You already hate yourself so much.

So...

I'm sure you'd want to throw it away even if you have a chance.

In a way, you may be...

the most suitable employee at this place...

since you are longing for a perpetual death.

Do you long for the same thing?

The deity must have chained me here...

because that's what they saw in me.

It started that day.

As I leaned on you while holding my grudge and waited,

I wished...

that you wouldn't change.

Given that we were embracing the fiery pit,

what a surprise that we are leaving this world in a decent form.

I'm glad for that.

As it's a happy occasion, let's not cry.

I will go with a smile.

Bye.

Ms. Choi.

Can I...

hug you?

I wasn't going to cry.

Why are you making me cry?

There were many times when my heart broke for you.

I wanted...

to hug you at least once like this.

Ms. Choi,

you have comforted me on many occasions.

Thank you.

(The Sanzu River)

How much time...

do we have left?

Today,

around the time of a full moon,

all the energy at the hotel will be collected.

Everything will disappear.

And Jang Man Weol must leave.

I've been wanting to ask you...

why...

you chose me.

Why did you choose me?

I guess that the flower that dreams of the moon...

hasn't shown you the last dream yet.

I'm all alone now...

just like how I started.

Ms. Jang, I wasn't dozing off.

I just closed my eyes for a second, and my legs went weak.

That was a lie. I'm sorry.

We have a guest coming in. You should go back to your office.

Welcome.

How long has it been since you passed away?

Let me escort you to your room. This way, please.

Ms. Jang, the guest in Room 603...

was supposed to take the bus to the afterlife today,

but the guest wants to postpone it until tomorrow.

And these are steamed buns requested by the guest in Room 1120.

The guest really misses the steamed buns from childhood.

I'm going to bring these up.

Ms. Jang, I made a new cocktail.

Would you like to taste it?

Why don't you smell it at least? Isn't this a pretty color?

Come on, I didn't wash rags in this.

Besides, let's be honest while we're at it.

Have you ever washed a rag?

Don't go. Stay there.

I'll go wash the rag. Let's compare the two.

Stay right there.

To send off one last guest,

you came.

Chan Seong.

I keep feeling sleepy.

I feel like I'm falling asleep.

Am I this sleepy so that I can leave as if I'm dreaming?

I'll stay by your side even if you fall asleep.

I've crossed...

the long passage of time...

and met you there,

embracing the flower...

that is dreaming of the moon.

Your name means "full moon".

It's pretty.

There's a place called the Guest House of the Moon.

You're still here.

Because this place still exists.

How can I help you?

A long time ago, I lent a pair of scissors...

to a bride who visited the hotel. Do you remember?

You said letting go requires a bigger love.

You lent it to her to help her do just that.

That's right.

The thing is, I forgot to get it back from her.

I have it.

My gosh!

Thank goodness.

I should repay you for finding this precious pair of scissors.

You deities never show up when I need you to,

but you always return all favors.

What can I do for you?

Shall I cut the ties between you and the one...

who broke your heart?

Are we still connected?

Can you see it?

Are there still ties left to cut?

Well, that's...

I cannot answer that.

Forget it, then.

There's something I want.

I want to travel back in time.

- That's... - I know you can do it.

You made me do it when it was needed.

That's true, but...

It's fine even if it's for a short moment.

Help me...

so that I can see winter with her.

It's snowing.

Winter is really here.

Am I still dreaming?

We can spend this winter together as you have hoped.

Where did this come from?

Maybe from a time in our shared past...

or from a moment we'll share in our future.

I'm not sure which one it is.

It's just winter...

from one of the moments we've shared or will spend together.

Chan Seong.

I saw you in my dream.

Man Weol. The moon.

Your name means "full moon".

It's pretty.

We actually met again...

after the long passage of time.

Then did we see this snow together sometime in the past?

I hope we'll see this snow together sometime in our future.

Really?

Now, the snow looks even prettier.

Are you going alone without the Grim Reaper?

I was the owner of this place for all those years.

I will go on my own.

You're brave.

Chan Seong.

I've pondered...

countless times what I should tell you...

if this moment ever came.

"I'm sorry."

"Thank you."

"Have a good life."

I came up with a lot of cool stuff to tell you.

Now that it's time, my mind went blank.

I just...

I keep wanting to stay with you.

I keep wanting to see you.

And I don't want to leave you behind here.

I'm the one who can't stay strong.

When I'm the weak one,

I pretended to be strong in front of you.

I even made it impossible for you...

to stop me from leaving.

I'm sorry.

It was right here.

You told me not to be lonely when I saw you off.

Was it all for an act?

Back then, I didn't know I'd like you this much.

I...

I also didn't know I would fall in love once again...

like a fool.

I've never thought about...

the future before.

But the only thing I can tell you now...

is this.

Let's...

meet in our next lives...

no matter what.

Okay?

Yes?

Chan Seong.

You looked into me,

took care of me,

and protected me.

And I thank you for that.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Man Weol.

(The Sanzu River)

My dear moon disappeared after swallowing up...

my night and dream.

Bye.

Feeling sad and disappointed...

is only natural when witnessing disappearances.

When a flower withers away,

just like it dreams of new blossom,

you'll live, meet,

and love again.

I hope...

that is the answer you two, an arrogant, foolish,

and self-pitying,

yet beautiful lovers, have chosen.

Merry Christmas!

It's cold.

Chan Seong.

Chan Seong. It's so freezing.

Hey, it's gotten really cold.

New York's just as cold as Seoul, so don't forget your winter clothes.

Can you send my things once I settle down?

Sure. Take what you can and I'll bring the rest when I visit.

How about lunch tomorrow?

Actually, I have plans.

- Have you been well, Yu Na? - Yes.

How did you do on your exam? Do you have a major in mind?

Hotel management.

I'm going to become a hotelier too.

You must've gotten a good score then.

I probably will next year.

Seeing spirits and all...

interfered with my studying, you see.

Thanks to the medicine you gave me though,

I don't see them anymore.

It made me focus on studying.

I'm glad to hear that.

Did you also take that medicine you gave me?

You don't see the spirits now, right?

Would the tiger have seen all that it wanted...

after returning to the painting?

He almost lived a dream...

by seeing what others couldn't,

which made him lucky.

The memories of a secretive world...

others don't know about.

It is where you are.

And I...

still remember my promise to you.

("Existence and Time")

("Existence and Time")

You're early.

I thought you'd be late.

I hurried over...

so that you wouldn't wait.

Some day...

Some day...

If we reunite in some life far down the road...

When that day comes, I hope to always be with you.

We will dream together holding each other in our gazes,

embrace each other, and laugh together...

as we...

live happily ever after side by side.

(Thank you for watching Hotel Del Luna.)

(Hotel Del Luna)

I'm about to make an important announcement,

so where is everyone?

Is the sixth still living in Joseon?

Unbelievable.

Why is it that all 12 of us are never able to congregate?

It's not like you're that busy.

You can address those who are not here separately.

So what's this announcement?

I have chosen a surprising new owner...

for the Guest House of the Moon.

Wandering souls...

that have nowhere else to go...

must have a place to stay in order to tell their stories.

So what's the name of the new hotel?

Oh, that. Well, it's...

What was it again?

Wait. What's wrong with me?

Why can't I remember?

The moon has ascended.

Let's open our doors.