Somewhere in Hong Kong, today. 'A long journey, a reflection, a fragrance...' The sighs of someone plunged in nostalgia, of someone who observes at life from the distinctive distance of having the end of the road before your eyes. Certain images and sounds blend, bringing about the reminiscence of some memories that seek to disentangle the meaning of a longed life, and to extend an example for posterity. The simplicity of the composition, like our destiny in this world, leaves room to some small verses that overlap with revived feelings of a present that escapes, a present, the last one, which finally emerges the clarity of what has passed, leaving, moreover, a slight shade of ambiguity.