the love of my life I am a fanatic music lover. About ten thousand heard songs, over 200 original playlists, music categorizing is like me appreciating my collections, and my passion for music never fail to beat those stamps, antique collectors. When people start to ask me for a recommendation for the hit single, my journey towards classifying music begins. After countless attempts, I settle down with three of my favorite playlists: “Fast Pacing”, “Free Thinking”, “Drowning in the Melancholy”. Literally, “Fast Pacing” is a combination of high-energy music. Often, I play it while working out. One of the songs named Trouble from Mike Williams always gives me a leg up when I try to push my physical boundary. Not limiting in sports-like activity, it also provides an idea of wakening. When you stay up at night, working on your tomorrow-is-deadline work, it’s the perfect fit for your brain to wake up. Another playlist “Free Thinking” contains, mostly, classical music. There are times that we need to calm down to work with concentration, and songs with lyrics can be a bother. All you need is absolute music. Following your mind flow, absolute music in this playlist offers both the pleasure of listening and the effectiveness of working. The best album in “Free Thinking” must be Viktoria Mullova’s Bach:6 Solo Sonatas & Partitas. Last comes my best work - “Drowning in the Melancholy”. Though it seems not as popular as the other two among my friends, its specialty lies beneath the song itself. Having no specific genre, the division is more likely to depend on personal feelings. When a mood of melancholy descended on us, we tend to seek understanding rather than to let the sadness go immediately. The playlist create an air of blues, and all you have to do is to throw your whole body into its gentle sea, feeling the water bracing all your negative emotions and gradually washing them away. No matter how many times I hear the Clair de lune from Claude Debussy, I can feel the inner grief, like someone whispering near your ears, telling you the sorrow of her and yours is connected. My parents consistently express their concerns about my over-listening, though I am already addicted to it. These playlists are just like daily dairies I write in years. Every playlist contains a story of mine. Every song matters to me.