2046

In 2046, a huge network

Railway spans the globe.

A mysterious train leaves

for 2046, from time to time.

Each passenger bound for

2046 has the same goal.

He wants to find

lost memories.

Because nothing ever changes in 2046.

Nobody knows

if it's true or not.

Because nobody

did not return.

Except me.

If someone wanted to leave in 2046,

it would take him how long?

Some succeed

fairly quickly.

Others find that their

takes more time.

I forgot how long

I spent on this train.

I'm starting to feel very lonely.

As I said,

many left for 2046.

You are the first to return.

Why did you leave in 2046?

Whenever someone asks

why I left in 2046,

I have the same answer imprecise.

Formerly,

when people had secrets,

they did not want to share,

they climbed a mountain.

They were a tree,

there carved a hole,

and to murmuring their secrets.

They then covered it with mud.

That way no one else

discovered do not.

I fell in love with someone.

After a time,

she was gone.

I left for 2046.

I thought that I would expect.

But I have not found.

I keep asking myself

if she loved me or not.

But I never knew.

Maybe the answer is

as a secret

that no one will ever know.

All the memories are

the traces of tears.

You did not promise

not to return?

I came to see you.

Why?

I have no future here.

I'll see how

it happens in Hong Kong.

When are you leaving?

Boat leaves in two days.

Why tell me?

I thought we could

leave together.

You know nothing of my past,

does not it?

If you prefer not tell me anything,

I do not mind.

If you win, I go with you.

She had found a way

diverted to push me away.

In retrospect,

it's been the last time

we saw each other.

Immediately after,

I left Singapore.

I was back to

Hong Kong in late 1966.

Because of the increase

the price of ferry tickets,

there were riots in Kowloon.

I did not know

how long I would stay.

I took a room in

a small hotel in Wanchai.

I wrote articles

for newspapers.

They paid the HK $ 10 thousand words.

It was pretty hard at first.

As long as I could reach

both ends,

what I wrote had

not matter.

"Journal of Heroes Bazooka".

"The new star

Luk Kwok Club is called Fei Fei! "

"A real gun with

beautiful bazookas! "

"A big success

lovers breasts! "

Wait, I'm exaggerating of course.

I can not say

that her breasts are fake, though?

I quickly got used

to this lifestyle.

I became a true

womanizer.

With great adventures of a night.

But nothing lasts forever.

December 24, 1966

Really?

Why am I lying?

You know me really?

You were not in a show

in Singapore in 64?

Si

You are Lulu.

I was.

Not anymore.

What is your name now?

I would tell you why?

Christmas Eve 1966,

I met a friend of

Singapore in a box.

It was rather close.

But that night,

she had apparently forgotten.

Was there really ever seen?

How could you forget?

You said I looked like

your late boyfriend.

You taught me the cha-cha-cha.

Continues.

You still dragged myself to the casino.

You knew a period

bad luck.

You possessed a fortune.

My friends and I paid

for your passage to Hong Kong.

You spoke a lot

your deceased boyfriend.

A Chinese Filipino from

from a rich family.

You had planned to marry.

But he died young.

You said it was

the love of your life.

I should not remember

sad memories

at this time of year.

But you remember

Tonight's Christmas

we went to drink?

Much has been made.

Did she pretend

to have forgotten me?

I just drove to his hotel,

she slept.

She drank too much,

so I quickly left.

Upon leaving, I noticed

a very familiar number.

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