THE END

Years later, the grass has grown in the hole to which Mr Chow had entrusted his secret. The memory preserved there will be as immutable as the stones of the temple that guard it. The camera wanders around its bends, now solitary, in its final shots. Everything that was there has disappeared, the epilogue announces. We said goodbye with a bitter taste of what could have been and what was not. Perhaps he lacked the courage. Or maybe she understood it was a moment of no importance. So if they couldn’t make it happen, the only option would be to leave. Without looking back. And the rest would be nostalgia. The end.