Rainy Days

Yesterday, I went to the funeral of the founding father of Singapore, Mr. Lee Kuan yew, located at Parliament House. That were many people, all waiting to take a glimpse at the hearse coming out from the Parliament House. I arrived an hour early, together with a friend. I was actually invited by him for this event, as he is curious about the 21 gun shots, a ceremony at the funeral. The weather was getting worse, as we were getting close to the starting time. As expected by many of the people onsite (most of them brought umbrellas), it started raining. God the rain was heavy, it even broke through my friend's almighty umbrella. Both me and him were very wet when I noticed a girl standing near us seemed to be alone. She was defenseless against the weather as I failed to see an umbrella in her hand. So I made my friend notice her. As a gentleman, my friend kindly offered her some of our sheltering space. She accepted the offer after saying thanks to both of us. 

The rain was getting heavier when another girl, this time noticed by my friend, appeared alone behind us drenched and without an umbrella, too. So, he sent out the helping hand again... BOOM! Everyone were looking where the direction of the sound came from. It was from the grass field in front of the Parliament House. The ceremony has started. After a few cannon shots, the hearse was passing us. The crowd was excited. Some of the people even shouted Mr.Lee's name out loud. After that, the firing continued for 10 more minutes. People started to leave even before the firing ended when the hearse had gone. As we were leaving the two girls that we rescued said thanks and good bye to us before we went a separate ways. 

It was a definitely a unique way to spend a Sunday afternoon, especially with the girls encounter. The funeral was grand, the attendance were behaving orderly. But I saw quite a few foreign figures in the crowd. I wonder how significant is Mr. Lee to them or if they only just like to join the crowd. Most of us probably don't share the same motives being there, but nobody will know, nobody will care. 

天空开始下雨了

我撑的伞 保护了四个人

而你撑的伞 保护了五百万人

在我脸上的雨水 有多少滴是眼泪的伪装

我和你的距离 可以是天涯海角 可以只是几块木板

如果二十一声响炮 等于你存在的时间 我希望 他们可以多开几下