Harmonia کے بول

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