Dearest intimacy
When I watched about the redevelopment, and the building of MTR in Sai Wan,
I just can't imagine how will Sai Ying Pun, as well as Sai Wan be.
The place carrying my dearest memories
The place with a lovely mix of history and life
I just can't imagine the day when it gets totally different.
Passion.
Hope I can make a hug to you
the dearest imtimacy
for you to understand my passion
towards you
To rush back
get a tripod
get a camera
to walk on you again
to feel your rhythm
and to catch -- to share with my dearest
who are unable to meet you on time
Without him,
I can still make the film
on my own
yet,
i know he's still there
recalled
the dearest intimacy
that of him and I --
probably may have an encore, if he will still be there --
sharing a cigarette and sit on the silent street,
sharing its heartbeat its rhythm,
sharing our mind our soul, as well
once more.
that's the intimacy that can make me feel my soul to be shared
that's my dearest intimacy,
has been admired, is being missed,
yet,
it will be admired and appreciated, again
I assure.
I just can't imagine how will Sai Ying Pun, as well as Sai Wan be.
The place carrying my dearest memories
The place with a lovely mix of history and life
I just can't imagine the day when it gets totally different.
Passion.
Hope I can make a hug to you
the dearest imtimacy
for you to understand my passion
towards you
To rush back
get a tripod
get a camera
to walk on you again
to feel your rhythm
and to catch -- to share with my dearest
who are unable to meet you on time
Without him,
I can still make the film
on my own
yet,
i know he's still there
recalled
the dearest intimacy
that of him and I --
probably may have an encore, if he will still be there --
sharing a cigarette and sit on the silent street,
sharing its heartbeat its rhythm,
sharing our mind our soul, as well
once more.
that's the intimacy that can make me feel my soul to be shared
that's my dearest intimacy,
has been admired, is being missed,
yet,
it will be admired and appreciated, again
I assure.
posted by 太公 at 5:54 am
3 Comments:
Well, I remember when they started logging the redwoods where I went to school to build new dorms and study halls .. I protested like a mofo .. I was a tree-hugger, chained to a redwood, until it rained and I decided being sick wasn't going to further my causes. Anyway, it's wierd to go back to the university and walk around where the trees used to be .. hell, they even left the stumps there, just a way to 'rub it in' I suppose.
- nl
「創業有落！」 i live down the street from there at the bottom of the HKU/Westwood elevator. The last 100m of the Queen's Road, so to speak.
The area has always had this sense of community and old-world charm about it. Thus each time i moved in the past six years, i could see the windows of my previous home from my new one — 唔捨得D街坊。
依家星期日仲會聽到阿伯大喊：「剷刀磨較剪」
離開唔到香港既話，就分分鐘死響西環…
South lane...
I miss Shek Tong Tsui very much :(
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