my beloved home
i miss you very much.
the city streets
sinc up with my heartbeat.
i miss the smell of gasoline
lan kwai fong, ferry rides,
being young with my friends so carelessly.
the looks we got or the pats on our blonde hair.
or some of the people we would give us long stares.
I miss my life.
i love it here.
but the love i had for my one and only city hong kong,
will never be in the wrong.
I am from a place,
there is a place i am from.
