In my childhood, I would often skip and bound about, as if a rhythm were welling up from deep within. By my teens, the intense beat of rock 'n' roll coursed through my entire body. As the city staggered and sank into darkness, I felt like a crimson moon gently swaying side to side, lightly riding the ripples of a flowing river. Even now, with my hair turned a faded gray, whenever a breeze blows, my hair scatters and rises, taking flight in freedom.