At Ann Siang Hill

                
                
We look well at night.
We have fun and party in the bar at night.
We drink, we drink, and we drink.
The stars are sparkling and we look shinny.
We work hard and make money to bar having fun at night.
We forget our initial dream and primitive happiness.
We shovel a grave in our soul and we wait for that day.
Bright sunlight and shinny Cadillac cars.
Though we look grey during the day.
In the office. On the subway. At the corner of the street.
Nobody is around at the bar during the day.
Bars look as if they were always in such silence and peace, just as the name of Ann Siang Hill tells.
We forget to open the door.
We forget to see the daylight, for a while.