童年收音机播放着时光的旋律。

浪花轻拍礁石，诉说着海的秘密与诗意。

歌词千寻WhenIwasfifteen,sixteenwhenIreallystartedtoplaytheguitar,IdefinitelywantedtobecomeamusicianItwasalmostimpossiblebecauseitwas,thedreamwassobigthatIdidn'tseeanychancebecauseIwaslivinginalittletown,wasstudyingandwhenIfinallybrokeawayfromschoolandbecameamusicianIthought"well,nowImayhavealittlebitofachance,"becauseallIreallywantedtodoismusicandnotonlyplaymusicbutcomposemusicAtthattime,inGermany,in'69-'70,theyalreadyhaddiscothequesSoIwouldtakemycar,wouldgotoadiscothequeandsingmaybe30minutesIthinkIhadabout7-8songsIwouldpartiallysleepinthecarbecauseIdidn'twanttodrivehomeandthathelpedmeforaboutalmost2yearstosurviveInthebeginning,Iwantedtodoanalbumwiththesoundsofthe50s,thesoundsofthe

色分江影白，光入石门寒

残骸终共掩，毅魄恐难灰

妙明一句威音外，折角泥牛雪里眠