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VoyAJe of Songs: A New Journey Begins (Esplanade, Singapore 2007)

VoyAJe of Songs: En Fantasia (SCH, Singapore 2006)

10th Concorso Corale Internazionale, Grand Prize Winner, (Riva del Garda, Italy 2008)

4th World Choir Games, Olympic Champion (Xiamen, China 2006)

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ぜんかい -- ゼンカイ
no longer yearning. what have we not done before?

"the world is really but the stage - create the most fulfilling play"
If you're a thief, master the art of thievery.
A psychotic mind leaves no room for regrets.

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Zheng Kai
01.11.1989
CHS - AJC
RevoAct
AJChoir
1st Tenor

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Tuesday, February 07, 2006

a soul strolling pass a head lamp
passing more and more souls away
perhaps passing just life.
travelling slowly to the island
as tears and anguish overwhelms
he sits down to shed a tear
passing even more souls away

perhaps once.
once before history
once before time
he didnt merely exist.
he lived.
but those are kept close
kept close away
shunned from the light
from the next head lamp
as it dims beneath him.
those were called memories.

someday he might noe.
someday he might understand
to feel and not to be with.
most of our times
the feeling could always be
much much better than the physicals.
no matter wad,
it gives a chance
a chance not just to pass life.
a chance to live his life.

his fate seemed far away.
as it longed for him.
we could all never determine.
who was he,
and whether he was he.
he could not trust his feelings
nor tie down to the roads of his destinies.
he was, perhaps.
just plain tired.
and couldnt catch up.

but in all that,
he sees a glimpse of light.
a warm nostalgic fate before him
he knows its a final moment
its a scared ceremony
though many controversies surround it
he trugges on
continuing to believe in who else
but himself.

perhaps it is jus a temperament.
in fact it most probably is.
but he is still bored.
stuck in a chase everyone seemed to yearn for.
as the melody plays on,
he loves, he lives and he cries.
as he knows,
a window is soon to be seen.
a window not to jump out upon,
but a window for fresh air to come in.

so far and so long.
he remains around.
passing life
and
to be never pessimistic.

"He would be searching all around the big city of Tokyo, seeking his other half. It was always a temporary feeling, never permanent, and it all ended, with no finds, on an unfinished chord."
~ on 'To The Island' by Toru Takemitsu