I miss you, Hedwig.

I think, no doubt, I belong to rock n roll.

If I were born in the 60s, I would cry out my love in Woodstock; if in 70s, you know I would definitely look as glamorous as I can. You probably would not understand how much your story rocked my world, and I didn’t realized it either until lately.

Awkwardly while I am trying to document something at this moment with my tears streaming down, I lost all the words. When you dedicate your whole to love, to life and to rock’n'rollers, can I dare to say I feel connected thoroughly to you? I was trembling listening to Lauper covered your “Midnight Radio”, and she’s really doing more than alright.

Can we hold on to each other tonight? Can you see my hands up?