feel sorry for city hall every time passing by his outskirt. he is so lonely these days, no more star ferry, no more queen’s pier, no more tuck shop, newspaper stands and icecream vendor scooter, no more wedding couples photographing, no more old men fishing along the pier line, no more smart-dressing professionals meeting up, kissing and hugging after work. no more human activities only dirt and more dirt and exhausts of dashing transportation.
feel that i owe him, because he gives me so much. every time i visit him, i breathe deep, breathing in the pretty green in his courtyard, the serenity the lines and shapes project from the architecture
and the peacefulness and vision the big windows allow me to have. 每次到大會堂，在外面，忍不住凝望高座這些窗戶玻璃為建築刻畫得線條；在內面也不止瞧看窗外景物。為的是風景和情懷。香港現在的建築太缺乏窗戶和窗戶帶來的風光。(玻璃幕牆不入流，因少了窗戶的流動和大氣。大會堂最能燙伏我的心情。可恨,每每又為他的孤寂心搐，看到海浪不再拍岸，只留塵土擾煩。