Recently the nights have been getting warm and wet.The charming muggy atmosphere interweaved with the scent of gardenia tend to downswift my thought. Seated in the corner of the bus, the howling of the engine, the hubbub of the busy streets as well as the placid wind passing though bring my mind back to my bittersweet past.
Last night on my way home, I happened to oversleep in the bus and missed my stop. After disembarking from the bus, I roved to the river bank in a daze and leaned at the rail. Across the Pearl River stood the splendid Custom House which I haven't seen for really a long time, yet the glow radiated from it was too dim to illuminate the sky. At that moment a sudden sense of loneliness hit me heavily, sadly there wasn't anyone I can snuggle to in company with me, so I closed my eyes letting the darkness devour me...
