My true-love sits there thinking now I wonder why,I wonder how I wonder why I don't recall
My one true-love,My little girl.
Once upon,a lovely dream Such true-love...
It would seem
We would be together now
I wonder why I wonder how....
The cacophony of sounds, the melody,
Music. Our legacy.
Music can be with no meaning, rhythm or even rhyme,
Just one thing is important, never let the music die.