"He remembers those vanished years. As though looking through a dusty window pane,
the past is something he could see, but not touch. And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct"
"In the old days, if someone had a secret they didn't want to share, they'd go up a
mountain, find a tree, carve a hole in it, whisper the secret into the hole, then
cover it with mud. That way, nobody else would ever discover it."
— In the Mood for Love (2000)