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Monday, September 28, 2009
Blackout at 2359hrs, 26th September 09

They......







were singing 憨人 when suddenly,

everything stopped.

There was no sound, no light, no warning.

In the darkness, a familiar voice rang:

「小巨蛋是我們的、世界是我們的!」

A clean, sharp blade slicing across the blindness.

Stray light danced about it,

and the blindness was cured.






They......


ended the performance with a torch-lit curtain call,

illuminated not by torches but sincerity in their deep bows,

the applause but a sigh in the deafening roar of free spirit.











They......






make me proud.(:


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