A doctor on the hospital of Life called you and you went to answer.

Doctor - Lun wants to see you.

Surprised as hos closest friend, you dash into Lun's surgery room and you got into tears of sadness. His eyes were separated in jars, his mouth was replaced my speakers, and he had rubber hands, all on a giant machinery where his brain resides.

Lun, with his weak and soft voice, speaks to you cheerily.

Lun - Hey! I wrote you a song... Can you please listen...?

His lifespan would end as soon as the song he wrote ends...