It’s, I name so music sky…
It’s what is that?
why do we call it that? Pianists only see that world that’s why.
Now, sing! Let’s pianissimo.
Sometime Like a girlfriend are like that days youth.
Sing now We are Music sky. We are…
Wait everyone going soon music sky…
We were forget boyhoods memories,
Going to Music sky… with…
Sky are us memories. Music are ours…
Someday everyones someday everything know…
We were realize all are… were dream.
Everything are melody of sky… to the go to heaven singing us…
Now sing,
In the sky that awaits us…
Remember boyhood us singing…
That days
listened… music sky… papa mama… like remember…
To return to heavens,
While humming pianissimo…