I want to leap over buildings, want to fly over the shores, save the people from the villains,
catch the crooks who rob the stores, write my name upon the sky, and when you call me, I'll be there,
faster than a lightning flash, rushing through the cool night air.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, so start ignition, count to zero, I just want to be a superhero.
The first thing she told me on her very first encounter was,
You smell old.
Ahana, she was the only girl whose hand I ever held except my mother's.
You smell old, she always tells me.
You know, there's a chance I might get my eyesight back.
You're not planning to get yourself operated, are you?
I am.
Wouldn't it be great?
I'll get to see things like normal people, like you.
You can't be like me, Ahana.
You are, you're beyond me.
The moment I stepped down from the tram, I felt like I was robbed of her, of life.
This dilemma that if she could have truly seen me for real, I hope you forget me, Ahana.
I end with you.
Those were his last words to me.
Dave, I feel he can see right through me at times, through my blindness.
As if, as if it's just another bad habit.
The day you're leaving, you'll be missing the Seven Sisters Festival.
A festival which finds its origins in a beautiful Chinese legend.
A story about two star-crossed lovers separated from each other on either side of the Milky Way.
But every year, on the seventh day of the seventh month,
the magpies of the world build a bridge for them to reunite.
For just once.
Dave?
Why are you so quiet?
You're beyond me, Ahana.
I'm like the peak tram in the other Victoria Peak itself.
I end with you.
This premonition of you never holding my hand again.
It's not a good feeling.
All I can feel right now, in this very moment, is withdrawn.
From Ahana, from life, from Hong Kong.
As if they all had the same meaning.
Ahana?
You smell like trains.
I hope they smell old.
Not, not exactly. My flight's got slightly delayed by a few hours.
Oh.
The world is full of super problems, so we made up a Superman.
