Oat Park
I wrote this short passage years ago…and i simply put it here as a memorial of the long music journey i had experienced and the new journey that is still going on…


Music becomes my consuming passion the moment I encountered it. It’s hard to trace when and how I stepped into the realm of music, yet I really derive a lot of pleasure from it which paints my life.

Music, which I think has no border, represents different countries, different cultures, different parts of society, different emotions of human beings, no matter whether it is classical, rock, punk, folk or rap. There’s everything.

Music, which I like to be listened to when my soul calms down with my body relaxed, always reminds me of the days that melt in my life. It brings me back to the good old days dotted in my colorful minds where air was fresh and sunshine elegant. And I retrieve those feelings which seem to be wonderful. Music is the bank in which we store our most valuable possession-the memories that give meaning and depth to our lives.

Music, as a song sings, could heal souls. With the power, any clouds in our soul will be eliminated, if you get the meaning of what real music really means.

So, I fell in love with music, with no doubt.

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