Maybe Everything That Dies Someday Comes Back
It comes to the part of the story where my dad handed me to Uncle Wun and went into the Mahjong School, my neighbour was astonished, “Really? Your father … ?”, I responded, “Have you ever heard of anyone who would invite you over to tell you a story that is untrue?” I thank my dad for holding my little hand and taking a stroll with me, I still remember that heartwarming feeling. I thank my dad for letting me wander the streets on my own, in such way, I “bumped into life” and came to know what life is like.
(Acknowledgement: Chinese Music Archive, Music Department, The Chinese University of Hong Kong)