Harmonia

My older self as one hundred is talking to me
Multiply the tiny things which I like doing
It will make the sky bluer and bluer

More than ever before
It will make me smile a little more

My older self as a hundred is telling to me
Link together the notes I love
It'll become a harmony
The sounds are sweeter and sweeter
Echoing nicely around me

The sky is bluer and bluer
More than ever before
It will make me smile a little more
What will I talk to younger self
If I were one hundred years old