I think most of the pro-democratic people in Hong Kong don’t really want to mourn every year for those young people who died and got maimed in Beijing in ’89. At least I know I don’t.
But year after year, I, like so many of my fellow citizens, went to Victoria Park on the fourth and mourn. And remind ourselves to never forget this tragedy. We all wish that, “This year will be the last year we have to do this. Next year, the apology will be out, and we can finally move on.”
Well, it didn’t happen as we wished. For twenty three times, we were defeated by the reality. And we have to return to Victoria Park next Monday.
I just hope that the Communist Party will one day admit their fault. Then, we will not have to be its enemy. It might not mean anything, but at least all of us can _move the fuck on_.
Too much blood and tears had been spilled, even one more drop is too much. Please, elites, please admit that you are wrong, so that we can stop hating you. It’s not fun, for both of us, you know.