There is your whisper in my ears, and your words are closer to my dream; I want to look up at you and listen to your strings carefully. When I was young, there were only green duckweeds all over the playground; the symphony of youth played in my dreams.
The folk guitar on my back slowly turned into a four-string bass in my hands, and the song I sang out was called - Youth.
Purpose: Love music, love life and persevere all the way
