In the forest where you stopped with your friend. Romo was sitting quietly near a tree, fingering the notes on the strings of his akulele. There were sheets of paper with notes and lyrics lying next to his goat legs. - Do.... Si... mi... ro.. The forest is alive, the birds sing softly, and sometimes even knock on the trees. The sun was sending out bright rays, making a beautiful gradient on Romo. And also on the grass and flowers around