Six years ago on April Fool's Day, on the 19th floor of the Mandarin Hotel in Hong Kong's Central district, Leslie Cheung took his own life in the most absolute and tragic way, shocking the Chinese world. Perhaps he did not belong to this world; he was an angel who had temporarily descended upon the earth, melancholic and beautiful, driving all others crazy. Thereafter, he let go of the world and went to the other side of heaven. "If there is no way to find a country that lasts forever, then might as well embrace." What did Leslie Cheung long to embrace? Is it an eternal moment, or an eternal relief? The wind continues to blow, and we can only see his figure gradually fading away in the wind. All past legends have now become last night's stars, and how can we easily forget those sounds, lights and shadows from before?
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