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THE YOUNG WOMAN picks a tiny yellow flower growing near a crag
and gives it to THE MAN.

THE WOMAN
(THE GIRL OF FIVE YEARS AGO)
You know this is the flower that
was in bloom when we used to come
here to talk. It kept blooming even
after you left. Once the flower
fades, it becomes a tiny clump to
which very fine filaments are
attached. These filaments then
separate from the clump and fly
away with the wind. I am this
flower. I call these flowers the
flying flowers.

The man picks up the flower, kisses it, and then puts it in the young
woman's hair.

THE MAN
(THE AMERASIAN OF MANY YEARS AGO)
I know. Over there, now and then I
used to catch one of these flying
silk threads. It came from here,
and I knew that you were still
waiting for me. And even this tiny
flower, isn't it?

The man spreads his arms and embraces the mother and her child. All
three smile. They are happy.

66 EXT. A GRASSY HILL - AFTERNOON

They sit together for a while and then walk toward the back of the
house and in the direction of the grassy hill. The grassy hill hasn't
changed: it remains desolate and lonesome in the afternoon sun and
yet still so dear to them. The man lifts the boy, points to the foothill,

and speaks to the woman.