Whenever someone praises me and says, Jonathan Lee, your song is really good, I always want to say: You don't really know Jonathan Lee who wrote the song.

Because of long-term lack of sleep, swollen gums left a bloody smell in the mouth, which actually made the statement that she was absent because she was afraid of not being able to pay for izakaya's midnight snack, which became convincing.

Last-ditch singer, tight budget, cramped and cheap hotel, and the inspiration of being late are almost the whole of my early trip to Tokyo.

I often stay up all night, thinking about the life that is coming, in the study facing the mountain. I wrote a few songs and words that everyone later learned, and made a few decisions that everyone later learned.

This knife maker never knew my identity other than that of a piano maker, which made me feel at ease. Today, every time I take a tram to get a knife, I walk on the road I walked in those years, as if I were a new student.

because of the time difference, I got up early for several days and walked in the moist, damp Woods with litters all over the floor. Not far away, the sparkling waves on the lake can pass through the forest.

It took about a month for the sound and light smell of Taipei to fade from my mind. Wind, sound, tide and skylight make loneliness meaningful, which is why I decided to leave.

Although I came here because I was anxious to escape from my original identity, I didn't expect to get any inspiration from this forest.

However, when I pack my bags at the end of the holiday, an idea comes to my mind, but it determines the face of the rest of my life. That year, I was thirty-five years old. Twenty years ago, it taught me and taught me to know my own smallness and to be humble and stable. Twenty years later, it depends on me, believes me, and lets me cut and relocate.

I think that during my years in Hong Kong, the only skill I have developed may be that I can stay in a boutique for a long time, as if I were about to pay for it, but I turned pale and walked away.

This city is too fast. If you are not careful, even your feelings may become fleeting. Is it more precious to be profound and meaningful in such a proud and efficient place? If this is really the case, then the songs left by the sound engineers in Kowloon Tong, Duiheng Road, Huapu Street and supreme court road, which are hidden in the narrow lanes of the factory building, will be meaningful at once.

I always tell people that Keelung Pi is the second hometown of music, and the Chinese in this city near the apron of Chinese culture have an indescribable texture, which sometimes makes people feel pity or respect.

when I was the music director, I inspected the branch business, and Gyirongpi was always the last, farthest, most exhausting and absent-minded stop. Later, I realized that what musicians really want is to go to a visible place after the baptism of banana wind and coconut rain, like the predecessors of literature. As the descendants of Cantonese, chaozhou people, Taishan, Hakka and Hainanese who landed on the Malay Peninsula a hundred years ago, the musicians here began to go to their strange and legendary hometown.

However, as we all know, Nanyang children who are outstanding in Chinese music and captivate all beings have never been absent. I occasionally meet these young colleagues, and when I admire them, it is inevitable that I will think to myself: Good boy, the kway teow stand on the street in Penang passed by ten years ago, but I didn't expect you to stand here ten years later. Congratulations.

This is really a magical city. No matter how long I leave and how far I go, it can automatically connect me when I come back. The day I leave, the moment I leave. It seems that as long as I find my way back, I can see that when I leave in a hurry, the tea that I have no intention of tasting is still warm. The person I said goodbye to is still angry with me there.

One autumn afternoon thirty years ago, on the fourth floor here, I applied for the job. For a young man who has only five works and just started in the industry, God knows what it means. At this time of life, it is a lot of taste to think about what you have done. I soon got used to the life of a musician, you know, that kind of life. Apart from the hardships of creation, I seldom miss. However, this also makes me often worry. In the next seventeen years, I have been looking forward to the failure of several consecutive songs that can get me out of it.

on March 5th, 21, I decided to drop everything and leave.

nobody asked me what happened in the north, as if it were the inevitable fate, just like my hometown knew that I would return eventually. The place where I work now is my study when I was fifteen years old. From here, I left home to study and achieved nothing. I came back in shame, and of course I was here. Although I was finally able to use a few chords and began to write songs, every time I sang, I was shy because I lacked self-confidence. Because I don't think I know what these songs will mean and where they will take me.

It's rainy today, and I'm speechless with that helpless teenager. Time has passed and I finally understand that there is a city that people have experienced in their life. It is a road that life has not taken in vain, and every step counts.

music: The Way We Were—David Davidson