Dedicated to my father, since May is his birthday month.
Dedicated to my mother, since my father’s birthday is also on Mother’s Day, and the flower reminds me of her.
Somehow, these classics have a magic to them that seem to feel irreplaceable. They don’t make music like this anymore.
Or maybe time is that magic ingredient. The years cluster and overlap, forming a dreamy mist which shields us from harsh realities of existence. Something that most music of today, in the rush of being churned out, lack.
The images of the May lily flower in the video also reminded me of the wonderful nature of Chiangmai. Of the freedom of being anonymous in a foreign land. Hoping to recreate that feeling in June… 🙂