Time’s frozen when my hands touch the mountain spring. The terrace fields shine through the slope, but I lost the direction. I joined a group of troubadours. They lead me to a bridge in the mountain’s hands.
The most beautiful, meditative album with spoken word poetry and ambient-folk instrumentation I heard in 2021. An album on repeat and still continue to inspire my poetry and music writing. Haotian
Epic, immersive songs that you disappear into, with rich layers of keys and ghostly vocal melodies conjuring a misty dreamworld. Bandcamp... New & Notable May 2, 2022