I love Japanese movies. They are the last bastion of wholesomeness and normalcy in a rotten world. Their stories are genuine and meaningful and always have a certain poetry to them. This one is about a photographer and a florist who live next door to each other and due to the walls being so thin developing quite some familiarity without ever actually talking. They are both in their thirties and still single, distracting themselves with their careers. But I won't spoil much more. All I can say I enjoyed it very much, especially the second half.