From 2017 to 2018, Song Dongye released three singles in succession, "Konggang Qu," "Guo Yuanchao," and "Zhidao," lightly leaping beyond the framework of folk music and once again rewriting his position in the Chinese music scene. Completed 13 years after "Anhe Qiao Bei," his second official album, "Zai Xiangxiang," was fully produced by Song Dongye himself, and its contents still go beyond people's imagination. This work astonishes listeners with its thickness as text, its multi-layered sound, and the overwhelming density of information born from them. Its sense of scale is clear from the recording credits as well, with Song Dongye joined by more than 20 types of instruments / sound sources, leading players in the Chinese jazz scene such as Wen Zhiyong, Xia Jia, and Gao Taihang, and Xing Jiangbo, an independent musician as taciturn as a recluse. Song Dongye, who single-handedly handled the lyrics, composition, arrangement, and production, synchronized the deepest life experiences he had accumulated over these 13 years with the renewal of his musical perspective and technical maturity, and together with these close allies built a huge and complex aesthetic world. At times, he deliberately shows a slightly cynical, mischievous attitude. It also seems like a gesture to balance his absolute seriousness and love for music. For example, it is the kind of sensibility that would casually use his own cat's backside for the record jacket artwork. His photographic works, too, are filled with a gaze that looks at the surrounding world from a unique distance. The contours of such a person appear clearly in this album. Through all of it: the scream-like "Yu Wo Jiaotan," the contemplative "Konggang Qu," the roaring "Guo Yuanchao," the chant-like "Houji," and the whispering "Zai Xiangxiang." It is as if he has suddenly come to fully understand the "stratagem" that is music. He hides technique within magnificent, orthodox construction, and depicts cruelty within lightness. Everything is obsessively meticulous, yet at the same time surprisingly free. Even the exaggerated sense of division and theatricality seen in "Bu Mosheng De Ren," and the mischievous collage and placement in "Bie (Outro)," do not feel absurd. Furthermore, he has a talent and voice as a melody maker that anyone would envy. While singing one impressive phrase after another and letting philosophical thoughts that may seem absurd swim freely, he transforms vague and dense clusters of images into "riddles" through beautiful melodies. The symbols and metaphors scattered throughout ask listeners themselves to interpret them and search for their meanings. And when he shifts from lyricism to narrative, especially in "Houji," he goes beyond the constraints of the form called lyrics and steps almost into the realm of poetry itself. The narration, freed from meter, bursts like sparks within the swaying fluid of jazz, and what makes it work is undoubtedly his own voice. Images of "voyage" appear in many of the songs on this work. The light on the water in the new version of "Konggang Qu" reflects a kind of clear stillness, as if "a good boat" from "Xiexie Ni" were anchored there. Perhaps it is a boat that can carry people to an imaginary other shore. At the same time, however, like the cat at home, it cannot become a certain anchor in life. If the value of "Anhe Qiao Bei" lay in the overflowing talent and impulse of a young person who "forces himself to speak of sorrow in order to obtain new words," then "Zai Xiangxiang," like strong tea or hard liquor, condenses every flavor of life. It is rich, deep, and irresistible, a work that makes you listen again and again, and makes you want to "think once more."