A few months have passed since the first singing lesson. Edwin is now a little older, but he seems no wiser. However, he now lifts the jugs with greater ease. He is able to move more efficiently within the given time frame, and his breathing is no longer as labored as before.

"Okay Edwin, take a break now. It's time for a bit of singing!" his Grandpa yells to him from across the field. This has become a routine, with a few hours of strength training followed by a couple of hours of singing practice. Edwin no longer requires the reward of tea to motivate him to sing, as his notes have improved gradually.

"Yes, grandpa! What are we singing? Will it be a song this time?" Edwin says, rushing over and nearly tipping a jug full of water as he passes by. By this point, Edwin and his grandpa have only been humming notes, striving to perfect each one.

"Yes! We are going to sing an old lullaby my mother used to sing to me. I'll be honest, I'm surprised I still remember it in my old age, ahaha," the old man chuckles softly, looking into the distance, lost in a cherished memory.

Edwin leans in, eager to learn a song, his chair tipping forward as he shifts towards his grandpa. The old man, observing Edwin's enthusiasm, closes his eyes and begins to sing…

"I wish you the best….

Please child, Rest your sleepy head

I wish you the best….

It's late now, please go and rest

Hush now child go sleep….

The sun is gone now and the moon is out to Weep,

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So rest your head and smile….

Mother is here don't worry child…"

The wind around them subsides, the trees still, and the grass motionless. Edwin feels an irresistible pull, as if his soul is entwined in the music, struggling to resist. His eyes start closing, but he fights to keep them open, determined to stay awake and retrieve his focus.

The old man sways gently, as if soothing a baby, eyes closed, lost in the music. He senses Edwin's resistance in the background, impressed by his endurance. Opening his eyes, the old man prompts, "So? Did you like the song?"

Edwin, in a half-dreamy yet excited state, responds, "OF COURSE! That was amazing, Grandpa! Can I try to sing it?" Edwin jumps up, fists clenched, awaiting his grandpa's permission. "Of course!" the happy old man says, "Go ahead! But while you're doing this, I want you to feel your body, to sense an energy around you that you must embrace and make your own!" The old man emphasizes, thrusting his fist.

Edwin nods, determination in his eyes. He closes them, feeling the sensation that seemed like his soul being drawn toward his grandpa now enveloping his body, swirling like smoke in the air. He concentrates, the energy coalesces around his heart, forming a small ball, sending shivers through him.

And at that moment, he sings…

"I wish you the best…

Please Mom, rest your sleepy head

I wish you the best…

I'm fine now, please go and rest

Hush now Dad go sleep…

the sun is gone now, The moon is out to weep

So Rest your heads and smile…

I'm still here please don't worry about your child"

Tears trickle from Edwin's closed eyes, raindrops begin to fall around them. The once sunny day transforms into a gentle rain shower, tapping on the umbrella above.

The old man grasps the armrests, struggling to contain a surge of sadness. A single tear escapes his eye, tracing his cheek.

"W-where did you learn those words, Edwin?" The old man stammers, his voice quivering. "I-I don't know, grandpa… When I closed my eyes, the words just flowed out, like my mind chose them for me," Edwin explains, his cheeks still wet. "But I do feel better… like a heavy water jug has been lifted off my chest." Edwin pauses, looking at the old man. "Thank you, grandpa, for the song. I feel much better now," he says, a gentle smile on his face as he gazes at the cloudy sky, thinking about the people he sang about.