好一弯皎洁的上弦月，她意兴阑珊地散落下黯淡的光辉。
     每当华灯初上, 城市变幻成另一张面孔。五彩斑斓的霓虹灯点燃了整条街埋藏已久的热情。而在那些不起眼的安静的巷子中，柔柔的月光默默地流淌着。月儿从不作声，就那么懒洋洋地，静静地聆听着烦嚣，只洒一点朦胧的光亮。
     她欢喜着薄纱，总爱躲藏在云儿身后，仿佛是怕人们轻易看透了她，所以她保持神秘感。她不求得到太多的回报，只盼为晚归的游子照亮回家的路，让远隔千里的恋人们寄托无限相思。月亮有亘古不变的她独有的美。
     试问天上神仙、世间眷侣，有谁能不偏爱夜晚那轮幽幽的明月与柔柔的月光? ......

    There're no answers... only the search. Follow the roots, then you can find him.

    Sometimes the trees grow too fast and the roots can hardly catch up with them. So we cut the trees and wait for the roots to grow.

    Without all the lights and smoke, just me and my guitar, do you think anyone would buy that?

    ... Sometimes we seem to go far beyond the way we thought to be. Then we should have a pause, think about it all over. Turn around and see the tracks back, try to recall who we really are and find our roots. When we're ready, take our loved ones with us and continue...