Datong, Datong, Datong

Music, like life, needs no explanation. Not all emotions require heart-wrenching shouting. Datong, more than 300 days have passed, and I no longer want to explore where you are. You just continue to sow seeds in a parallel time and space with the unfinished musical revolution. When the spring breeze picks up again one day, we will hear new rhythms coming from the soil.