When I returned to Hong Kong, I thought of Ho Po-wing. When he returned to the rental house, apart from his passport, only the lamp was left. It's just that we were too naive and too confident at the time, thinking that no matter how far we traveled, there would always be a place we could go back to. But God played a joke on me. In the days that followed, I worked hard to live, but I couldn't find a place where we could start again, so I couldn't be willful anymore.
In the winter of 1977, he stepped into this house for the first time. The snow in the yard had his footprints, and the snowflakes fell when the wind blew. It was extremely cold that year. We lived together and listened to the record player together. In just two months, before spring, the whole family went to Shatin.
In 1979, I recognized him at a glance and he became a familiar stranger, but his passion made me afraid to approach him and I rejected him. After that, I went to find Ana, hoping to do everything we should do with her to prove that I was normal, but I couldn't stop thinking about him, and Ana became He Baorong. I'd been convincing myself for over a decade that he was the only person I wanted to give up on being convinced, and it turned out he was my Aphrodite. The lost spring is back and we break out of the cocoon. It is a wonderful and rare season.
But the noisy environment made things worse for us. In 1995, we sneaked out of Hong Kong and got lost in Argentina. I don't know how much time passed. During those days in Buenos Aires, we had quarrels that we had never had before, and began to have intolerable differences. The wandering foreign life made us suspicious and irritable, and no one was willing to give in.
The distance between us will be further than Hong Kong to Buenos Aires.
Intention: They have been fighting, fighting in the darkness of the world for a lifetime. From the beginning of their love to He Baorong's death, these were also the bravest years for the two of them. They spent all their efforts and finally fell apart.