pondered, and she non-discriminatively said, go ahead, you should really cherish that childishness in you.

for once, someone spoke my mind.

people often talk about treasuring before its lost, but how do we?

perhaps, this is my way of cherishing.

nature made us learn, grow and change.

one's perspective changes as one progresses.

right now, i'm referring to music.

for the same song, there could be different understanding at point of different time.

it might be the recent kbox trip that triggered my thoughts.

the lyrics all spelt out big on the screen.

a good piece of song was never just music, its art.

时间残忍无情，它或许能静静地把你杀了，

我明白人的思想会不断地变，

或许有一天，我会把自己输给时间，

会变得和时间一样残忍，一样冷漠无情。

所以此刻的我，希望十年后的自己永远记得这份可能以逝的纯粹。

记得我曾傻傻的深信，

记得我曾保护过我的花园，

记得我曾坚持并狂热过我的模样。

但切记，所有新都来自旧。

我，始终，是我。