A Sea Of Flowers For The Most Beautiful One

For days fans, celebrities and common people of every age, sex, religion, nationality pay a visit at the place you left...

... bringing you flowers, pictures, red wine and a lots of memories of you...

... and saying a prayer...

On Saturday night fans held a Candle Light Memorial outside the Mandarin Hotel. At the same time, all over the world, all your fans joined Hong Kong in their hearts, singing and praying in their own language.

He was going to fall asleep, I took him in my arms and I started my journey. I was so touched! It was like bringing a fragile treasure. It was like on Earth there wasn't anything more fragile than him. In the moonlight I looked at this pale forehead, his closed eyes, his hair trembling in the wind and I said to myself: 'What I see it's only an exterior bark. It's the invisible that counts'. And since his half-closed lips smiled fainthly I said to myself again: 'What it touches me most in this Little Prince asleep is his fidelity to a flower, the imagine of a rose which shines inside of him like a candle light, even when he sleeps'. And I thought him more and more fragile. Candles must be protected, a sudden gust could blow them out.

'When you will look at the sky at night, since I'll live there on a star, since I will smile on one of the stars above, then it will be for you as all the stars would smile. You, only you, will own stars which can smile. And when you will be consoled - everybody will console himself always, you will be happy for our meeting. You will be my forever friend. You will long to laugh with me. And sometimes you will throw open you window... and your friends will be astonished to see you smiling watching the sky.'