Hong Kong in Saigon has nothing to do with neon. It's only about smoke, sunny days, going up hills and down hills by minibus, passing by the pier opposite the village and market town, and boats moored by the dock. People who should have come out to rest on such a beautiful Sunday should be filled with sunshine and love. But today, of course, not all of us can embrace and care for the world through the differences between regions and mountains and rivers. Regardless of politics, I only talk about life and human feelings. I really regret that I appreciate the common landscape and enjoy the common blue sky and sea. I will still love this beautiful world and this beautiful Hong Kong.