Last night, I was talking to myself and quietly listening to the piano.
Don't say not to be sad anymore, but it's impossible not to be sad. I've always appreciated Lin Longxuan, elegant and mild, for his original piano composition named "Missing".
Two letters, a lamp, the TV is on with the sound off, letting the mild tune spread around me. This is a champagne-colored world, in this city whose name I don't want to know.