It was a warm, gorgeous, early-spring evening, and the man had his top down and all his windows lowered. His arm was hanging over the driver’s side door, and his fingers were tapping along to the music on his radio. His head was bobbing along, too, as the wind blew through his hear.
I read this section in The LAST LECTURE by Randy Pausch today. I guess this is a much better intro to the playlist Roadhouse.
Please allow me to present you the Apple Music playlist, Roadhouse. After dinner, listening to this playlist while walking along this charming spring is the most high-getting event that I could ever imagine.
During your childhood ages, you are just so naive to find out where you are destined for. However, after your naiveté fades away, there is no much choice anymore.
Emm, YES! It’s the taste of happiness!