It is a restless moment
She has kept her head lowered,
To give him a chance to come close.
But he could not, for lack of courage,
She turns and walks away.
He remembers those vanished years.
As though looking through a dusty windowpane,
The past is something he could see, but not touch.
And everything he sees is blurred and indistinct.
Subtitle translations of the opening and closing text of In the Mood for Love (Kar Wai Wong, 2000). By Marika Rose.
Verbatim Poetry 