Light crown in Singapore

A middle aged man in MacDonald weaving a colorful Aztec styled crown for women. He did it under 10 minutes with rough hands that remind me of my father. It was sold later to father of a Caucasian girl. I pass by him. I thought I hear a sigh and turn back. I saw two holes on a stiff and darken mask, emotionlessly graze upon his current creation. Without joy.

Image of balloon crown burst on little girl head haunt me on my way back. Maybe I am too tired tonight.

在我家附近的麦当劳，一位黝黑的中年男士背对着我，用长气球聚精会神在编织一顶五彩缤纷皇冠。一顶类似法老王的羽冠。那一对粗糙的手，让我想起父亲。我用完餐经过他时，仿佛听到叹气声。停下脚步，我转身搜索声音的来源，却看到一张如黑石般的舞台面具，开了两个孔，无神的凝视着自己的创造。没有一丝欢愉。

吹气皇冠在小女孩头上爆破的短片，一直重播到我踏进家门口。一点也不诙谐。想来我是太累了。