Saying that, he kept the violin under his chin and closed his eyes and started playing. It is safe to say that it is possible. He plays as if he told me the words of the song.
"Is it good?" he asked, putting down the violin.
"Um, really good. I'll tell you now."
"Ha. 1,2,3" Wayan played again like a dream near my chin.
I have a dream of your love -
Sita still does not know why I fell in love
Sada Rajini, you are the home of my heart -
never change my love
At twelve o'clock at night
Your eyes are close to me
Where did your mind wander?
Unbelievable tears, love -
I don't know, life is beautiful...
"Hmm, that's enough. It's as if I'll have to touch all the places I have in one day with him," he said, putting the violin in the case and leaning on the bed.
"Go .study."
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