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There is no such thing as a wasted journey in life, every step counts (Part 2)

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    Because of the jet lag, I got up early for several days in a row and walked in the humid, dark woods full of fallen branches and fallen leaves.  Not far away, the shimmering waves of the lake could be heard coming from the forest.  It took about a month before the sounds, lights and smells of Taipei faded from my mind.  The wind, sound, tide, and skylight made loneliness meaningful, and this was exactly why I left in the first place.  "Twelve Floors", "Scars", and "Travel" Although I officially came here because I wanted to escape my original identity, I actually didn't expect to get any inspiration from this forest.  However, when the vacation was over and I was packing my luggage, a thought came to my mind that would determine the rest of my life.  That year, I was 35 years old.  Twenty years ago, it taught me to know my own insignificance and to be humble and stable; twenty years later, it trusted me and allowed me to cut and reposition it.  To this day, whenever I am in the piano room, I always think of myself in the woods. Now I hold its flesh and blood body in my hands and admire its texture in my heart. I am happy and excited.  That trip in 1994 allowed the two lives of the tree and me to start again.  "Hong Kong Period" Thinking back to those years in Hong Kong, the only skill I developed may be to be able to stop in a boutique for a long time, seem to be about to pay, but walk away without any shame.  This city moves too fast. If you are not careful, even your feelings will become fleeting.  In a place that prides itself on efficiency and speed, isn¡¯t it even more precious to be profound and timeless?  If this is really the case, then those songs left in recording studios hidden in the narrow alleys of factory buildings in Kowloon Tong, Heng Heng Road, Fa Po Street, Court Road, etc., will suddenly have meaning.  "Sad Metro", "I Really Love You", "The Price of Love" I always like to tell people that Kuala Lumpur is my second hometown of music. There is an indescribable feeling among Chinese in this city on the edge of the Chinese-speaking cultural circle.  texture.  Sometimes people feel pity or respect.  When I was a music director overseeing the business of a branch, Kuala Lumpur was always the last, farthest, most exhausting, and absent-minded stop.  Later, I understood a little bit that what musicians really want is to go to a place where people can see them after experiencing the baptism of banana wind and coconut rain like their predecessors in literature.  As descendants of the Cantonese, Chaozhou, Taishan, Hakka, Hainanese, etc. who landed on the Malay Peninsula a hundred years ago, the musicians here began to rush to their strange and legendary hometown.  However, we have also seen that the Nanyang children who are outstanding in the Chinese music scene and fascinate all living beings are never absent.  I occasionally see these young colleagues. While admiring me, I inevitably think to myself, good boy, ten years ago, I passed by a street stall in Penang. I didn¡¯t expect you to be standing here ten years later. Congratulations.  Congratulations.  "Love Like Tide", "Bewitched" and "Grow Up Overnight"
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