I sit down on the chair of the piano, and the most moving passage hears a sound in what's called piano directly. This conduct is naive, and I get an impression. Because it is the teacher whom I gave an electric argan to, as for the investment in music, a heart is clean like a sound of the murmuring without incompleteness, besides. When you teach this teacher, will you be strongly angry? Yoko foresees it simply when there will not be it.