"July. She thought love had left her... Passionate kisses by the beach. Hands holding hands and wet, sparkling looks. The fever came very quickly, making her restless, then cooled down. Like the heavy rain that flooded the streets last night. The fire in my heart has been extinguished. Or heat strokes…”

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It seems like love just comes and goes, keeps coming and going. But why do we keep worrying about feelings of love and memories of love? Have we left love, or has love left us, or is it all just fragile and illusory ideas? And love is always there, without beginning, without end, and is love a love for yourself, or a love for others?

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One man, five women, in a play, daydreaming, reminiscing, fantasizing about love. Who are they, the people who love each other, used to love each other, don't love each other? Or are they each other's past and next lives, memories that sometimes blend together and sometimes separate in dreams and conversations? 

The public cafe room is the setting for the characters' meetings. Old and young lovers unintentionally found a reason to meet here. Stories - invisible walls-  maybe not only to connect them, but also to separate them to heal later?