Wong Kar-wai made a love story about the space between two people who never close it. Every frame is composed like a photograph — Maggie Cheung’s cheongsams, the narrow corridors, the slow-motion walks past the noodle stall. The restrained longing is almost unbearable. What stays with me is how the film treats time: moments replayed, restructured, remembered differently each time, until the distinction between what happened and what was imagined dissolves entirely.