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What a Wonderful World  A month in New York was absolutely romantic. Streets were full of talented musicians. Music never ended in the 34 th Street-Herald Square Station for a whole month. A couple was dancing to gypsy music right in front of the 34 th Street Penn Station. When I stepped out of the 14 th Street Station to visit Whitney Museum, loud and rhythmical percussion performers welcomed me. A vocalist in the 34 th  Street-Herald Square Station Out of all the performers, the most memorable one was the trumpeter in the 42 nd Street Grand Central Station. Subway in New York is always damp and dirty, but there are those amazing performers who fill the space with delicate sentiments. It was raining day so the underground station was extremely humid and it was the first time that I had to transfer the subway lines. My phone was running out of battery and about to be turned off so I was a bit nervous worrying if something would happen. Walking down the stairs, I hear

What if I die tomorrow? I would watch the serene sunrise, lively daylight, calm sunset and finally – dark, starry night sky. While the sun rises and the world still sleeps, I get out of my bed and walk outside the door. Cold air touches me, but I don’t hide myself under heavy clothes. I expose most of me and capture as many things as I can in the moment. During the daytime, I would spend all my energy with dear friends. We can do anything - anything that is said to be insane. We dance, sing, and laugh so hard until we are exhausted. Before night comes, I take a short nap and prepare dinner for my heroes, my parents. In the late night, I would listen to Ponce’s Estrellita (Little Star) string quintet version, looking at the estrellitas in the sky. I imagine countless little stars falling off to the ground. I would keep the absolute romance of an ordinary day. But a second before I die, I would say – I need another day, just another day. What if I die a week later? I would start a