One by one my family has returned to Hong Kong
Still, the airport stands as a barrier between me and...
My jet plane.
I wish I could sing that song and fly.
Yet I know, there is a time for everything.
A time to be born and a time to die
A time to plant and a time to uproot
A time to kill and a time to heal
A time to tear down and a time to build
A time to weep and a time to laugh
A time to mourn and a time to dance
A time to scatter stones and a time to gather them
A time to embrace and a time to refrain
A time to search and a time to give up
A time to keep and a time to throw away
A time to tear and a time to mend
A time to be silent and a time to speak
A time to love and a time to hate
A time for war and a time for peace
Ecclesiastes 3
The time to scatter stones has come
And I can't wait until it is time to gather them again.
