Reflections of April and December: Anita Mui and Leslie Cheung’s Passing (Excerpt 4)
The first thing that was different, so apparently a different day, a different star is no one had on masks, unlike last time when practically everyone’s face were covered with green gauze due to SARS. This time, we could look into each other without a barricade. The atmosphere was different. Calmer. The sun shining rather than intermittent rain, none of us were semi-soaked, it was the weekend, and the black suits were replaced with black casual clothes. This time, there were no hysteria, no fear, no confusion on the faces, just blank, sad, and determined.