Beautiful, infiltrating the soul carried by the blowing of the flute and the wind that carries the sound treading the desert with the camel's hooves until it reaches the Ganges River, greeted with gazal in sruti tones accompanied by strumming of the sitar and tabla and hymns from gazal then when the wanderings arrive in Uigur, they begin to enter the Chinese ballad tones and so on, the typical eastern rhythm tones have knitted the world with a melodic taste full of the spirit of servitude to nature and its creator. Once again I say salute, happy expressing yourself. Because music is love. thank you fans from Indonesia.