That clear water in my bodum /
My bodum /
The bustling of the city outside the door /
Litter-free streets, roads, albeit looking slightly grayer today /
Skyscrapers /
Beautiful ladies all dressed up /
The beautiful ladies' designer bags /
My job /
My possessions /
My knowledge /
My quality of life /
My Home...
Everything.
Gazing out the glass doors
It seems to me
Everything I see
Mercilessly reminds me of our great loss
How do we go from here?
We tread on
We continue to play our part
For the society
For the country
For our Home
Things will never be the same
Maybe not to everyone
But definitely me
Some things just cannot be replaced
Especially such treasures
"We won't see another Man like him..."
- LHL
Indeed...