Who is running? Who is walking? Who is smiling?
Who is crying? Who is talking? Who is listening?
Who is She?
A girl created her own journey with a unique time in an unknown place, she ran, she walked; she smiled, she cried; she talked, and she listened. She has an obsession with forcing herself to go forward, she even could not stop at any single point. She went ahead to the darkness, along with the sounds by hitting the high heels on the floor. She was finding the way out, no one can tell her either, she was the only one who knew the way.
Wai Kit Lam