The age never forgives anyone;
The age have never ever forgotten any single one
She keeps her preys in her sight in the hunt:
Those Dancing on her face,
Yawning in her wrinkles,
Cheering inside her eyes,
Crying from her ears–
In time, in time
You gained and you lost
But what is lost is always more than that is gained
Only is time robbing everything that held in the helpless arms
And leaving there none
But who dares to get them back?
Written on 3 December 2014
Just now at the station
I saw an old man
Chasing a younger woman
The woman just stared at him
With anger in her eyes
and asked him not to follow
“I’m your father”
“Who the hell are you”
Then the old man went away
And then turned back and ran to her
With his half-disabled leg
He pretended he was not following
Until the woman walked into the gate
And he ran through the machine at his maximum speed
With his half-disabled leg
And stalking at her back
And asked her to come back
But she will not
And never will she.
Written on 3 January 2015
An observation of the neighbourhood culture at the newly opened HKU station
Portrait of Em. 