Dear Elsie,

How could I say to you that I really care about you?
Your music, your song, your passion on your rhythem of life.

I love you! Without any doubts.
For your taking care of me whenever I need you.
I’m your cuty sister, don’t you remember?

I’m hurt tonight.
The cut is still bleeding,
inside the body, burried.
For your not telling me your concert,
for your ignorance of my feeling of caring about you.

Geeeeeeeee, you said you wanaa be a street artist,
no pressure, no expectation,
the world exists only with your true music

Am I too naive for that?

I’m glad.
You wanna be a traveller wandering on the earth.
like wind, bringing spring.
like a bird, taking your wings.
I’m happy to see your dream achieved by your bare hands.
I can’t wait to hear your songs, your music,as well as your voice.

But I am still concerned,
of the secret burried underneath your heart
still bleeding...
No more hatred, no more darkess, OK?
Let me bring you some light,
to light your world, to warm your heart, to heat your music.

Forget the past,
After the dark, cold winter, Springs definitely comes!

Forget the unhappiness,
let the music heal the pain, the wound,
and let your music bring me hope.

love,
Migo