Mami, quiero ser como Maggie Cheung cuando sea grande...

She has kept her head lowered to give him a chance to come closer. But he could not, for lack of courage. And so she turns, and walks away. He remembers those vanished years as though looking from a dusty window pane: the past is something he can see, but not touch. And now everything he sees is blurred and indistinct.

---- Wong Kar-Wai (In The Mood For Love, 2000)