The stars are all dead.
Look, the world's ending this year, I tell you.
why don't you make out with me before we all die?
There's less than an hour left.
It doesn't have to take long.
And I though we have the whole night.
We were... real, weren't we?
If... the world really ends...
what will you do then?
What will you do?
Me?
010-4974-54...
Take care, Wongyu Kang.