My Dreaming Wind below to the memories, my wander is like a leave in the windy vibe of the cello.
Your Singing Rivers sends up to the missing, floating and elevating, percussion enrich the atmosphere of the piano.
When your songs meet my wander, two rivers of emotions converged into a greater concerto.
Nevertheless, after you are leaving me alone, I would like listening to the violin solo.
The magic of our wandering, while the adoration of holding each other to enhance the colonial memories.
I try to collect the magic mixture intoxicating music, as our spiritual spa into storage.
Along with the solo that composed by and arranged by your leaving song, now I lose the heart’s beat of my courage.
However, I really do not understand about the love music model of the stylistic freshness of the new age.