The strings coming from a passionate, warm and dry country.
Plink-plunk,
squeaks
Plink-plunk,
squeaks
The deep, soft, sweet but painful tones. Such warm and gentle sounds always stay in my heart.
Somewhere in Tokyo,
a classical guitar hung in a small room, with lonely and nostalgic atmosphere.
Worried if my short fingers can find your true tones, I’d love you to stay with me forever.
