Days of being alone (I)

Trajectory in a city of loneliness, random walking from Admiralty to Quarry Bay

A city extended from the tram lane
Buried in the clamor of traffic
My mind drifted to the other side of Central Pier No. 6
Vanished

Crisscross of night and neon
Is the Cappuccino of Habitu
Hot smoke slowly becomes light fog
Fragrance of coco and cream
Mixed with the smell of cigarettes
In the windy Wing Fung Street
Passing shoulders of sorrow and freedom

Who was in the MO Bar of Oriental Mandarin
Took a sip of Absolute Vodka on the rock
While the Saxophone and African Drum
Drop from heaven to the earth

Who was in C of LKF
Broke the red high heel
Tumbled into the crazy dance floor
While the soul fell out of the shell

Who was walking on the wing of wind
At 3am on Queensway Road
Scared by its own shadow
Awaken from dreams

The MTR exit from Admiralty to Three PP
Performs the glamour of fashion
Petty bourgeoisie on Star Street
With the sudden drizzle
Falling on both sides of warm face
Moisten the footprints of 1hr and 45 minutes


A city of confusion and loneliness
A heart of lost and desire
Swaggered through the streets of CWB
Red dust coat
Cream-colored cap
Black iPod
Whether
Passers-by also heard
The heavy metal in the soft songs
Or
They only saw
Under the visor of the cap
The poker face of indifference

Giggled the self-embarrassment of no shatter in the rain
Excitement of unknown
In the eyes of an innocent Russian dog
I saw someone familiar
The girl in my mirror