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Staying alone in my own space, jazz songs of old days are playing on those vinyl records. In such a silent night, the melody flows around everywhere, just like an old friend whispering aside with his rough voice. At this moment, all limits of time and space are broken out, and my soul is deeply touched that I feel I’m tightly connecting with this city and the world. Those sounds of old days always bring us some new vibes, coming up with not even a breach or lost but also lives and links subsequently. Therefore the inspiration reveals in my heart goes with no boundaries, until the night turns to dark. Everything changes from time to time, but there is one thing remains – Eras come and go, old things touch our souls.

Old Things Touch Our Souls ~

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Staying alone in my own space, jazz songs of old days are playing on those vinyl records. In such a silent night, the melody flows around everywhere, just like an old friend whispering aside with his rough voice. At this moment, all limits of time and space are broken out, and my soul is deeply touched that I feel I’m tightly connecting with this city and the world.

Those sounds of old days always bring us some new vibes, coming up with not even a breach or lost but also lives and links subsequently. Therefore the inspiration reveals in my heart goes with no boundaries, until the night turns to dark.

Everything changes from time to time, but there is one thing remains – Eras come and go, old things touch our souls.