Do you know what people did in the old days when they had secrets they didn't want to share? They'd climb a moutain, find a tree, carve a hole in it, whisper the secret into the hole and cover it up with mud. That way, nobody else would ever learn the secret...
He remembers those vanished years
As 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, In The Mood For Love | Wong Kar-Wai