The hearse traveled down the highway late at night. Alfred tapped the car radio twice with his fingertips, and a soothing song flowed from it.
"I rest my head on the dawn over the wilderness, awaiting your arrival; I follow the lamplight and shadows, searching for your traces; I gaze at the stream outside my door, imagining your figure;
I once thought the roads of youth always led to distant mysteries, yet overlooked you, standing where it all began..."
"What song is this?" Kallen asked.
Very few songs could still be so neatly balanced after being "translated" in Kallen's mind.
"'Footprints.' One person wrote the lyrics, composed it, and recorded the vocals. He's from Saint Antis, named Jingduo. He once visited Ruilan, and I had a meal with him. I was working at the radio station then."
"Does he have many works?"
"Quite a few. He's very famous for romantic pop songs."
"Then why haven't I heard you play his songs before?"
"Because there's a huge disconnect between his songs and the man himself. He excels at writing love songs, but his own romantic life is very promiscuous. He married six times and had many lovers. His life was a complete mess.
"So I felt it would be somewhat inappropriate to play his songs for you."
"As long as it doesn't involve a matter of principle, it doesn't matter much."
Kallen turned to look at the nighttime scenery outside the window.
Alfred took a deep breath, tapping his fingers lightly against the steering wheel. Perhaps he wanted to express his closeness to the young master this way. When the young master had said "thank you" to him earlier, he had suddenly felt a sense of intimacy.
People had many ways of expressing intimacy, such as walking over and giving someone