The story begun on a cold winter in 1995, where their paths first crossed in a subway train, both seeking healing from their heartbreaks. A chance encounter leads to shared stories and laughter, the beginning of a weekend tradition that becomes their sanctuary. As seasons change, their bond deepens, their meetings a constant through the ebb and flow of life. Their journey of healing, marked by the passage of time on a subway train of love, becomes powerful and unexpected connections that shape their existence. What made her nationality a hindrance of their undying love? Will the spark of their love be toss aside because she's not a Korean?