“Summer”

This is a roar that was roasted to the heat by the scorching sun, and it is also the desperate rush at the end of the summer vacation.

At the beginning of the work, a set of violent strong chords tore up the heat wave. The strong rhythm guitar rolled out an airtight distortion wall. The bass line beat violently like a pulse. The drums were as dense as the sun rain hitting the ground. On top of this, a fast solo electric guitar suddenly sprang out-it did not pursue exquisite melodies, but used an almost out-of-control string pushing and fast playing, imitating cicadas, locomotive engines, and the urge to explode in the young chest. The solo of just a few tens of seconds is like a flash of lightning, splitting the whole summer into two halves: half is a boring afternoon, half is an instant ignited wildness.