His music has always been electronic.But for herHe’s willing to go acousticAnd let her listen to its versionUnplugged. Foreword “Really? You’ll do it for me?” I smiled at her, holding my tears back. I can never show it to her. Not ever. How I wish her name could be a song, so I could hold on to her forever. Until my voice loses its sound, until it tears and breaks, I’ll sing her song.