If men were to be judged by music alone, give me a Chinese man anytime (Heh. So much for the hot Aussies I hope to meet next year...). Chinese music seems possess a sense of innocence, a childlike lack of inhibition, that is generally absent in other genres of music. At least part of it is due to the fact that Chinese pop stars seem blissfully unaware of the concept of a cliché.
But really, besides the fact that Chinese musicians are either fine with being clichéd, or else unaware of it, their concepts of romance are generally sweeter, less sensual, and more pure than their Western counterparts. Whether you hear about love unrequited, or the simple love of a first romance, Chinese music just has that sense of being earnestly, sweetly, sentimental. It's a bit like being eternally youthful, in an emotional sense. Free of worldliness and cynicism.
A chronicle of nose growth
'...changing the form of one's mission's almost as difficult as changing the shape of one's nose:
they are, each, in the middle of one's face and one's character - one has to begin too far back.'
― Henry James. The Portrait of a Lady.
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