Bad luck seems to follow my family.
Depressing news come one after another.
Yet, I have emotional attachment to this place, as most of my love ones are here.
But I'm still lost in this city, lost in translation.
A place that is supposed to be my birth place, where I was originally from, but yet, i feel like an outsider in my own place.
I'm annoyed with a lot of the things, place, people here.
Q told me to try to find beauty in Hong Kong, I'm trying.
And I found this place, Lamma Island, I like it there.
And the little cafe called Bookworm.
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