'The sky-blue hue awaits the misty rain, as I wait for you.' 'The moonlight is salvaged, blurring the ending...' This household song by Jay Chou, with its beautiful, romantic, and vivid lyrics, has touched countless hearts. Whenever I listen to it, I can't help but close my eyes, singing along while savoring the melodious notes. Back in the summer of 2019, my parents invited many relatives and friends to a KTV celebration for the opening of their new store. KTV—ah, my favorite place. It had been years since I last sang in front of elders. After performing a few songs by Li Ronghao and Joker Xue, I seemed to win their approval. Though a little nervous, I was genuinely happy to have earned their praise. Sometime later, while I was eating, I suddenly heard the familiar guzheng intro. I immediately recognized it—Jay Chou's famous song, "Blue and White Porcelain." An auntie invited me to sing it with her. At first, I refused because my voice, deeper and more subdued, didn’t suit Jay’s bright, soothing tone. I tried passing the mic to others, but since everyone insisted, I ended up performing it with her. As always, I thoroughly enjoyed every moment of singing. After finishing, I personally didn’t think I did particularly well, but the auntie still complimented me. However, with my keen observation, I noticed something slightly off about her—she seemed a little emotional. I didn’t think much of it, just found it a bit odd, before returning to my seat to continue eating. Later, I learned from my cousin that "Blue and White Porcelain" was the favorite song of this auntie’s late husband. It held deep significance for her, which was why she always requested it at KTV—and why she often ended up in tears while singing it. That must have been why she seemed emotional earlier, trying to suppress her feelings in front of the children. Hearing this, my heart ached with an indescribable sadness. Even now, nearly two years later, this memory remains vivid. It makes me wonder—will there come a day when a song affects me just as deeply? At the same time, it made me realize why I love music so much. Every piece carries its own emotions, and everyone interprets those emotions differently. Some songs fill me with joy, others motivate me, and a few immerse me in sorrow. Just like that auntie, singing her late husband’s favorite song to mourn the one she loved most.