Jing and I, walking in the warm late afternoon sun, with chai sleeping in his stroller, near Tai Koo Shing. I glanced at her, and the sun washed out the colors and contours of everything. At that moment, I remembered to be grateful. The 4PM sunwashes out contrasts on her facetill the end of time
A line pulses, pulsesorderly and rhythmicallysays this, this, this, this
Jacob turned his back.Bang bang bang. Bang. Bang bang. Bang. A part of me died.
Take a step abackReveal the breadth of the seaThe bare of the sky 退一步，海闊天空。