Some things are destined to be stored in the depths of life, becoming a spiritual symbol, a life ritual, irrelevant to the ages, related to the soul.
Ten years ago, I went to the army to visit relatives every year. The residences were not far from the barracks, and I often heard the number of getting up. Later, I thought, this is probably why in the age when the soldiers were not so fashionable, I was against the trend, and I was not the reason for the military. I heard that no matter the wake-up number, the operation number or the blackout, it was the world. The most beautiful voice. Every time the sound rang, the blood of the whole body would be strange and turbulent. At that moment, I couldn’t help but stop all the things I was doing in my hands, soaking and holding my breath, so that I could completely soak in it. Although the voice is not familiar to me, it always gives me a kind of indication. I always think that my life will be different because of this voice.