Prodded by a friend request, a forty-something recalls his past relationships from the 90s onward, looking for his vanished hopes and dreams.

In 1995, I met her and wanted to do my best for the first time in my life. Every day I worked hard at the end of the video industry because I wanted to be recognized by her who hates "ordinary". In 1999, contrary to Nostradamus's great prophecy, the earth did not perish, and she, who was the only supporter of her heart, left without saying goodbye. And 2020. The 46-year-old, who has lived in harmony with society, remembers "then" when he never returned, triggered by some bittersweet reunions.