04 January 2006 · Jeffery
People come, people go
Yesterday, near KCR station, a man pass beside. “This man is…….?” I look back, a tall man in dark suit. “Who is he? I know him?” Wait until he turn his face back. “It look so familiar….”
I think, he is somebody’s brother.
Everyday, thousand of people pass, how many face you recognized? How many people you will interact with?
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