The flying notes sway gently the top of the trees, and your mind
drifts away... The color of the sound is revealed layer by layer, which in the past
was underneath the natural scale. The jumping half notes lightened every corner of
the old church. The faded paintings on the wall and ceiling begin to emit the
dazzling light, as if they have been illuminated by the sacred candle. The color is
flying, or flowing like a river, reflecting goldness from its surface. In the
curling up of the mist driven by the half notes, the singing of the tenor is like the
flying angels in the heaven.