The train is back, just like twenty years ago. She is going to the sea again, only now she was pushed on the road not by dreams of love, but by trampled feelings. Then the wheels carried towards happiness, but now they cruelly repeat: “one-on, one-on, one-on-on-on.” She is now alone and in a compartment of a long-distance train. And on that amazing day, all the seats were taken, and each of the three fellow travelers was good in their own way. But her choice turned out to be swift and reckless. I wish I could go back and act completely differently... Or is it not in the past, but in the future, her chance, the one and only?