The darkness of city life overwhelms you. You kneel down and cry, looking to the sky, begging for a sliver of hope.

“My songs are like a soothing lavender balm, bringing you to a secret sanctuary where all that you wanted to be when you were young and courageous can be found again.”

~ C.S. Peng (The Runaway Pianist)



– 手指,总不由自主随着感触在琴键上流浪