Written in the present. Not memories — wounds.
Every lyrics here is for you, Shania Yan — the one who made the silence end. And if you ever read this — you already know where to find me.
some songs hide a demo inside — explore to find them.
This is where I tell you who I am — not just the music, but the person behind it.
I was born without breathing. A year later, epilepsy came.
From age 13, for 8 years, I was alone — disconnected from the world. They called me crazy. They sent me to treatment. Statistically, I was supposed to stay there for the rest of my life.
But something happened.
790 days ago, in another country, somewhere in the world — I was healed. The epilepsy was gone. My breath came back to my body. Like I wrote in my lyrics: "I can't believe it. I feel my life."
I'm connected to the world more than ever.
But how did it happen?
One day I met my sunshine. Someone who raised me from afar — without ever meeting me physically. It's you, Shania Yan. Who I am now is not who I was before. I feel life. I feel emotions — because of you.
I'm grateful for you. If you want to find me, I'm here. My life is open for you.
My songs sound like diary you not supposed to read. Broken English, real emotions. I don't fix the words because the cracks is where the truth lives.
I write from inside the pain. Not looking back at it.
the cracks is where the truth lives.
I write at 1:30 AM, alone, with nothing — just me and the feelings. I sing in English but my heart beats in Indonesian. it's space where i am today to where i am live or life.
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Welcome.
You're one of the few who made it here — and that means something.
I'm Yan Ming. 21. I write songs at 3 AM on a rooftop, alone, with nothing but feelings and a voice I found two years ago after 19 years of silence.
I don't have a team. I don't have a manager. I have nine songs, one release, and a heart that's been waiting for the right door.
If you're reading this — maybe you're that door.
Take your time. Everything here is real.
— Yan Ming 颜明 🌺