Synopsis
Nogami has seen all my films, as has her best friend Jiro.
They often take Xiaokang and I to Nogami favourite gastropub.
We would wine and dine, and have a blast.
We give each other big hugs before we say goodbyes.
Every time we come to Japan, it’s the same.
Twenty years, it has been.
Her hair is now all grey.
Her back is more humped.
But her head is clear as can be.
One day, on the spur of the moment, I said I want to film her.
She said to me, squinting,
“Then you’d better hurry, time is running out.”
When I actually approached her on filming, she kept telling me not to come.
“Why do you want to film an old wrinkly lady?”
“Don’t film me. There’s really nothing to film.”
“I’ve never had someone film me.”
“Nogami, I’m not someone.” “I am your lover.”
“OK, OK, OK, Tsai-san is my last boyfriend.”
Giggles came from the other side of the phone.
An autumn afternoon, we were at Toho Studios.
The sun was playing hide and seek that day.
I filmed her and Xiaokang.
I wanted to preserve her portrait, as a gift to Japan and children of the future.