This film is not about love. This is a film about memories, about how we remember our first love. All we remember are pieces, a mosaic. And other people do not appear in the film because they mean something. They are there because memories of love are associated with them. The landlady, a friend from work, they are there because they are glued tightly into this old photograph. In an amicable way, it was necessary to make sure that each episode was played by a slightly different actress, because we no longer remember our first love, if you try, you can remember some details, but the general image slips away, is not given. In the film, the actress wears different dresses all the time, but they are all in the same style, and what is a human body if not a dress? There is neither her husband nor his wife, they have already been erased from memory, and such little things as a thermos for noodles, and slippers, and an umbrella and a hundred other little things, because they are connected with her.
In fact, he is constantly trying to remember not her, but his love for her. And when he does it, sad music sounds. This music is his love ...