Tammy Ho Lai-Ming
Fog, Hong Kong
alone, are you with somebody
I do not know, I meant not to know
I hate the thought of you,
Sometimes a young lady catches your eyes
sometimes it's a pair of fine breasts, or legs
oh I don't want to think!
too many possibilities
May thick fog hang in front of you
in this early spring in January
so that whatever you see,
I have had my boyfriend
Only the golden memories
of him remain, woven
inside a little heart that bleeds.
I have my boyfriend
from a naive girl who never knew
of the nights our love was growing.
Happiness is for a select few
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