Yesterday, I had the chance to visit CUHK again and revisit my old stomping grounds.
Every time I go back, I take some photos along the way. Though there’s nothing particularly new about it, I always find myself appreciating every blade of grass and tree here.
While buying water at the supermarket, I saw a poem written on the wall by a student, I guess, and couldn’t resist taking it with me.
The words on this piece of glass will soon be erased, but I’ll keep them in my little space instead. I cherish every scene in the present.
Preserve the flame before it goes out.
