Speaking of the past, we used to listen to a lot of English songs when we were young. A lot of bands, popular songs from Western Europe, are our masters. Like the following band. On the dark desert highway Cool wind in my hair Warm smile like a leotard Rising up through the air On my head in the distance Is so much shimmering light My head grew heavy, my sight grew *** I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself This could be heaven or this could be hell Then she lit up a candle And she showed me the way There were voices down that corridor I thought I heard them say Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place Living it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise They bring you alibis Mirrors on the ceiling The patient pain on eyes We're all just prisoners here On my own device In the master's chamber Together for the peace Stepping with us daily night But they just can't kill the vision guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo guitar solo