All language subtitles for Hotel.Del.Luna.S01E16.BRRip.x264-ION10

It's a little kid.

It seems like her parents

already crossed the Samdo River.

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

When I came to take her,

I was also surprised 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 last more than a few hours.

You never know

what might happen
in that short amount of time.

Father, I see something over there.

What?

She moved.

My gosh.

Hey, it's very dirty.
Don't touch anything.

They're dead.

Can you see me?

They must be from Goguryeo.

I think they were killed while wandering
around after their country collapsed.

You're alive.

Let me see.

Let's take the wagon.

Thank you for the wagon. My goodness.

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-wol.

The moon.

Your name means the "full moon."

It's pretty.

Do you think

we already met in our past lives?

I'm 1,300 years old.

I wonder how I got to meet you now.

Sometimes, it takes 1,300 years

for two people to meet each other.

Do you know

that it takes a very long time

for the light from the stars to reach us?

The Orion Nebula is
1,300 lightyears 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will be withdrawn from this place.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-sung, is there any 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 dumbhead from Harvard.

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

since you like shiny things.

Forget it. It's too late.

There really is one more.

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

Me, Koo Chan-sung.

I told you my name means a brilliant 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-sung.
You shine so brightly.

Twinkle twinkle! I'm so dazzled!

Look at you, Man-wol.

You're looking so bright
like the full moon.

"The full moon"?

Or we could call you my lucky charm.

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

You said I'd be reincarnated as a pig.

You said you'd happily be
reincarnated as chicken noodles.

What if that actually happens?

It's okay. I'll be the fresh kimchi
that goes with it.

Really?

-Seriously?
-Yes.

-You really mean it, right?
-Yes.

You said you'd be the fresh kimchi.
You promised me.

Yes, I'll really be
the fresh kimchi 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 perverted scholar, Kim Si-ik,

who passed the National State Exam
for nothing.

I should just leave before I must face
such humiliation.

I should really leave.

Let's not forget to say goodbye
to each other before we leave.

Don't leave without saying anything.
I'm serious.

Gosh.

Oh, dear.

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

-He's probably with Hyeon-jung.
-No, he's not.

I couldn't find him anywhere in the hotel.

Maybe he stepped out.

He rarely goes outside 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 turned pale

and left the bar
while chatting with some guests

about a scholar
who aced the National State Exam.

A scholar
who aced the National 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 Kim Seon-bi?

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 already sent the manuscript
to my publisher.

They'll publish it as my posthumous work.

Which publisher did you send it to?

And how many people have read this?

I still write a novel 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 so bad as always.

Gosh, my eyes hurt.

SALACIOUS SCHOLAR, KIM SI-IK

Is the air conditioner on?

HAEGONG PUBLISHING COMPANY

I am not a salacious scholar.

This isn't fair.

First, try to buy the manuscript from him.

The money from selling the horses
will be enough.

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.

Kim Seon-bi is like a crane.

Have you seen a crane attacking humans?

He won'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.

Seon-bi has waited for 500 years

to clear his name.

I AM NOT SALACIOUS

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 the ghost of Kim Si-ik.

-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. Koo, Ms. Jang. You knew I'd be here?

Look at yourself.

Let's go back to the hotel for now.

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

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

Why are you being like this?

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

Cranes do not hang their heads.

Keep your chin up!

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

Mr. Koo...

You're refusing to return to the hotel,
so you should stay in Chan-sung's room.

Thank you, Mr. Koo.

Only the editor-in-chief has read this,
and he hasn't even finished it yet.

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.

He lied that he's your descendant,
and I spent a fortune to buy it from him.

Thank you so much.

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 Local State Exam at a very young age.

However, I failed the National State Exam
every time.

After the age of 40,

I left my hometown
and settled down in Hanyang.

Then I focused solely
on studying for the exam.

While I studied alone,
whenever I felt lonely,

watching how others lived
was the only thing that gave me joy.

I saw a young girl
looking after her blind father,

and I also saw brothers and sisters
argue with each other all the time.

-My gosh.
-Hey.

It was beautiful
to see a young couple fall in love

disregarding their social status.

Whenever I grew bored of reading books,

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 in something else
than Chinese characters

was considered unconventional.

However, the stories I wrote
weren't vulgar 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?

They're known to be
anonymous works to this day.

If that's true, you're the 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,

and yet you wrote the so-called stories

about lowly lives of the commoners?

You are a disgrace to fellow scholars!

All the scholars will step in to make sure
that someone as vulgar and nasty as you

is never appointed as an official.

I only wrote stories about people's lives.

How could you call these stories vulgar?

A story of an adulterous couple.

A story where the order
between brothers is broken.

A story that confuses the people
through absurd imaginations.

How can a scholar come up
with such stories?

Master!

Kim Si-ik.

If you have any shame,

do not ever dare lift up your face again.

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

The son of a powerful family
took my position.

My father who was in my hometown
was so humiliated

that he refused to eat and passed away.

I was too ashamed 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 so 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 cleared his name
and felt proud instead.

However, there's no evidence.

Can you truly trust everything he says?

No wonder
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 of his so-called vulgar 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. Koo'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
when 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.

-Hey.
-Yes?

As I didn't have any food for beer,
I picked some jujube 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 grudges

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,

the scholar character is quite enticing
and fascinating, from what I heard.

He's a noble-minded scholar
who doesn't get involved

in the conflict
between two major factions.

He's also a romantic scholar,
who writes to his wife once a month

while she waits for him at this hometown.

I did my research.
That's what Kim Si-ik did.

I'll tell you what. "Kim Si-ik decided

not to join the social cliques
to gain power.

As an outsider,

he indulged himself
in perverted, erotic stories."

Let's just change this part.

"The existing stories, written
in the Korean alphabet by unknown writers,

were actually written
by the scholar, Kim Si-ik."

You won't be able to write this
in 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
and the best storyteller

in the Joseon Dynasty,
who was as noble as a crane.

Kim Si-ik.

"Crane"? This title just crossed my mind.

My masterpiece, The War of Cranes,

is followed by this beautiful novel
called A Song of a Crane.

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

Sir, write a great story.

What just happened?

A Song of a Crane!

You must start the song.
What are you doing?

This happens all the time to people
who died from overwork.

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

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?

Kim Si-ik is recorded 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

seems good enough to me.

Is that so?

Besides, it's a novel.

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

and very handsome.

How will they know?

Is there anyone you think you resemble?

There's a guy

who I think resembles me a lot.

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 head
is pitch black just like his.

Goodness, Mr. Kim.

You're a hip, handsome guy.

Kim Si-ik can even do martial arts.

He sounds pretty cool.

Gosh, the writer romanticized
the guy too much.

This will be a hit.

Ms. Jang. Mr. Koo.

The last part is complete.

Let's see.

It's good.

Mr. 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 the Joseon Dynasty,

and the author's name is Bae Seong-hun.

Yes, of course.

Right.

A SONG OF A CRANE

The book has been published,

and our two writers left
with smiles on their faces.

I made these cocktails
as a token of my gratitude,

so please enjoy them.

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 a sad goodbye.

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

gulp 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 SAMDO RIVER
THIS LIFE, THE AFTERLIFE

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 that the cold and icy moon of yours

will go down

beautifully and warmly.

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 Hyeon-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.

Please say that you'll stay.

It's sad

that he's no longer with us,

but we sent him off with joy.

Because nothing is sadder

than staying 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.

But I can't stay and watch you leave.

Kim Yu-na's parents keep telling me
to go and study abroad.

I think I'll just 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 Yeongju Yun family.

My baby will never be

of the Yeongju Yun 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 let them.

But, 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...

I just hope the child inside your womb

will be born healthy,

and live a good life.

THE GUYS WHO DIED AFTER EATING

Look.

This.

And this one. Which one should I post?

This one is good.

This one? Okay.

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

Of course. Hyeon-jung, 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.

-Alex Ferguson once 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 Jun-hyun...

Kim Jun-hyun did.

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

about the rice with thistle.

LIKE
KIM JUN-HYUN

He really did.

You only have three followers.

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

I don't wish for anything more.

I have been recognized
by the master gourmet.

Since when did you like
Kim Jun-hyun so much?

What?

From the first time I saw him,

I knew he's my cup of tea.

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 a gourmet tour.

He looks exactly like Kim Jun-hyun.

But that's me.

What?

I told you I went
to Man-wol Inn 200 years ago

to get the Moon flowers.

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

It was me.

Don't be ridiculous.

I remember clearly.
He had a big build like Kim Jun-hyun.

He was very nice and kind.

You wouldn't even be one-fourth of
the man he is, no matter how hard you try.

What are you trying to do?

That's the way Mago changed your memories.

Now I realize that we did visit
so many good restaurants.

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 Jun-hyun said you need vinegar
when you have 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 all the room service staff,
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. Choe.

Yes.

I have to go to get Hyeon-mi.

Tae-seok contacted me.

Bring your sister here.

I'll let Ms. Jang know.

Hyeon-mi, I am here.

Hyeon-jung.

Hyeon-mi.

Hyeon-jung.

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

Let's go.

Yu-na.

You must be Hyeon-jung's sister, Hyeon-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 for me?

And...

Please tell her

that every single second she has left

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.

Hyeon-jung.

Take them with you.

You left flowers on my grave too.

I got these for you.

I asked Mago

and I put myself in huge debt
to get them 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, Hyeon-jung.

Goodbye.

Why are you suddenly meeting Mi-ra's
parents? Are you planning to marry?

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 the States to take me back,

all of my friends helped me hide
from them,

but you told them where I was.

You scored
a lot of brownie points with them.

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.

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 just 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
from 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.

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-sung 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 better be good to Yeon-u.

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 whenever you look at it,

you'll always remember what I just said.

What did you say to Mi-ra?

I just said I hoped

they'll have a happy life
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. Choe'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-u, right?

Who's Yeon-u?

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

I know.

It's Ms. Choe now.

The rooms

are all empty now.

Ms. Jang, I'll be off now.

Thank you for letting me stay here
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. Koo.

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

I've been feeling 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-wol Inn.

Where do you think you're doing?

Are you stealing that knife

to 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

because you have failed to protect

your precious daughter.

If you stay here to go to the afterlife,

you'll get to live a new life.
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

for this guest house of the dead

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.

We were embracing our own hell then.

But now, we are leaving this world
in a decent way.

I'm glad for that.

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

I will go with a smile.

Bye.

Ms. Choe.

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 always wanted

to give you a hug like this.

Ms. Choe,

you have comforted me on many occasions.

Thank you.

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-wol must leave.

I've been wanting to ask you

why...

you chose me.

Why did you choose me?

I guess 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.

REMUX by trailangtu.bituhinh.tn@gmail.com

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 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 the color pretty?

Come on, it does not look
like I washed rags in it.

And let's be honest.
Have you ever washed a rag?

Don't go. Stay there.

I'll go wash the rag and bring the water.
Let's compare them.

Stay right there!

You came to send off one last guest,

Chan-sung.

Chan-sung.

I feel so sleepy.

I feel like I'm falling asleep.

Maybe they want me to feel like
I'm dreaming when I leave.

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

Now I've crossed

the long periods of time

and met you there,

embracing the flower

that is dreaming of the moon.

Your name means the "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 you need more courage
to let go than to hold on.

You lent it to help her do 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,

but you always return all favors.

What can I do for you?

Do you want me to 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 before.

That's true, but...

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

Help me

see winter with her.

It's snowing.

Winter is really here.

Am I still dreaming?

This is the winter we're spending together
that you wanted.

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-sung.

I saw you in my dream.

Man-wol. The moon.

Your name means the "full moon."

It's pretty.

We actually met again

after the long periods of time.

Then did this snow come from some winter
we spent together in our past?

I hope it came from our future
we'll spend together.

Really?

Now, the snow looks even prettier.

Are you going alone
without the Grim Reaper's guidance?

I've been the owner of this place
for all those years.

I will go on my own.

You're brave.

Chan-sung.

I've pondered...

countless times what I should tell you...

if this moment ever comes.

"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,
I don't know what to say.

I just...

I want to stay with you.

I just want to see you.

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

I knew I would be like this.

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 feel lonely
when I see you off.

Were you pretending to be strong?

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 again...

no matter what.

Okay?

Yes?

Chan-sung.

You looked into me,

took care of me,

and protected me.

And I thank you for that.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Man-wol.

THE SAMDO RIVER

My dear moon disappeared
after swallowing up

all my nights and dreams.

Goodbye.

It's natural to feel sad and disappointed
when you let go of someone you love.

Just like a flower dreams of
blooming again while withering away,

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-sung.

Chan-sung. 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 me my things
once I settle down there?

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

How about lunch tomorrow?

Actually, I have other 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 ghosts and all that,
I couldn't focus on my studying this year.

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.

You also took the same medicine, right?

You don't see the ghosts now, right?

Do you think the tiger saw
what he wanted to see in the painting?

He saw the past like a dream,

a time where he could never go back.

He got pretty lucky.

My memory 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

You're early.

I thought you'd be late.

I hurried over

so that you wouldn't wait.

Someday...

Someday...

If we meet again
in some life far down the road...

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

We will dream together
looking each other in the eye,

embrace each other, and laugh together

as we

live happily together for a long time.