He is a failed writer. He's fifty. His philosophy is to live for the sake of life, to enjoy every day, every meeting, to find beauty in the ordinary and complexity in the simple. She is an actress. She's not even twenty. She has been on stage since she was five years old, and, having played hundreds of other people’s characters, she was left without her own... She has no feelings, experiences, thoughts of her own. She is like a white sheet of paper... Both of them have very little time left. In the few months remaining to live, they need to have time to answer their questions and fulfill their dreams.