He remembers those vanished years. As though looking throusth a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch. And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct. Continue reading “In the Mood for Love (2000)”
Let me be your guide
He remembers those vanished years. As though looking throusth a dusty window pane, the past is something he could see, but not touch. And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct. Continue reading “In the Mood for Love (2000)”