Walking from Causeway Bay was not far, but because there was no competition on that day, I only visited their horse-racing museum, looked across the glass at the runway, and people playing rugby in the center of the runway. When we actually saw the runway, we were still shocked. We decided that we must come to see it when we had the chance in the future. There is love in the museum. Every horse race begins with his life story, who is his father, who is his mother, and where to enjoy his old age at last.