I see your back towards piano
warm breeze runs through the light crimson

where should I send my unspoken words
deep sorrow and longing your love with nowhere to go

おなじ時代の音楽家でいられたこと
感謝しています
Ars longa, vita brevis

R.I.P.

‘Twas grace that taught
my heart to fear
And grace my fears relieved

How precious did
that grace appear
The hour I first believed

ぬくもりと慈愛
忘れません

R.I.P.

like the flowers of the springtime bloom
you gave me love and made me new
every moment spent with you
is like a melody, so sweet and so true