"In the cold north wind and night, I live in perpetual spring."
With the first line of the song, an immediate silence fell over the crowd. Most of the people present seldom encountered folk songs, which seemed like an aloof, small circle within the music scene.
When people thought of folk songs, what usually came to mind were ancient, obscure tunes. They were about events of the past, lamenting the spring and grieving for the autumn, often unintelligible.
The first line of this song also emerged mysterious and profound. It was hard to define any inherent meaning, literature, or emotion, but no matter how it was sung, it was brimming with sentiment.
Whether the audience first heard of the southern sunshine or the swirling snowflakes, or even the cold northern night and seasons like spring, a scene almost inevitably appeared before their eyes.
