New Discovery: Her Good Oldies

I’ve never found her voice so sweet and charming until I listened to her album repeatedly this time. I’ve never found her song a twirling poetry until I read the lyrics along the melody this time. Memory tricks people. It makes you feel you remember all the things; however, the image blurs and the sound fades, and what you remember might not seem what it was. What’s more, time changes, more flood of new information invades, and nothing gold can stay. The thing might never be the same. In my memory, her sound is deep as the sea which draws me to ponder; this time, I feel that her voice is like a golden bell calling wide and far, and her voice is mellow and sweet like an overturned jar of honey. I enjoy it very much.