No Music No Life

     Music can always provoke my thoughts. I have no doubt that music itself is a magic. Every time when some familiar melody echo around my ears, streams of memory then flow into my mind. Be they sweet or sorrowful, I could always hop the wings of music and fly freely as muck as I like, to anywhere.

    Never a time but when I listened to the “Smoke ring” of Jay Chou, I would recall that rainy afternoon back to my high school when I heard this song for the first time, captured by it immediately, as well as by the leisureful raindrop at that time. This poetic memory only belongs to this song, as each song owns a piece of dreamlike but unique recollection. Thanks to the music which is taken as my memory recorder, always reminding me that I have gone through so many enjoyable journeys and will cover more.

    Then that’s what I want to say----take music as a wholehearted friend, for no music no life!