One day, I will put large mount of effort on my room--a very quite, very bright room, with a large space which can produce echoes. I will put many green plants and smelling flowers inside this room, and then put in the best audio.
Closed the door, no one can bother me, I will not meet anyone, this is a segregated area, no one can steal my soul, then I will live in the music unitl I die. Maybe in the morning, maybe at the afternoon, maybe in the whole night, maybe in a whole day, or maybe in few days, I may live in the music world completely except eating time.
I did the same thing in the past, didn't I? I really miss the memories which I was lived in the music.