My kind of music is always different. Some people call them weird. Some people call me a psychotic. I call them my soul.
Some of the pieces clinging through my soul.
I guess my life has already been bound to music.
I could go high and ride when I listen to them
It feels like they are moving in my blood
Running through my veins
Vibrate through my head.
This is my world.
It's like the mix of every kind of love into one goblet.
And when you drink it
You feel so spectacular.
So in love.
