Do you remember how we first met? In the cold night streets? How my ears have heard those warm and harmonious guitar of yours, How sweet it is to hear you play that melody.
I wondered, am i the only one able to listen to such emotions of yours by listening to your sweet tone whilst playing guitar? Oh darling, how beautiful can you be?
I've listened to all of them. Your anger, your despair, your gentleness, your desire, your overall feelings. I've put my heart and soul to listen to them all, oh how more graceful can you be?
Listening to your fingers gracefully gliding through the strings, oh how desperate i am to hear it one more time.
But, please darling, please play that guitar of yours even when no one's listening anymore.
Even though no one longer listens, i beg of you to still play that loot of yours, as if theres still a crowd of people, or as if am the only one listening
Because darling, even though i am but a blind maiden who wonders around the street, just a blind maiden who fell inlove in listening you play , just the maiden who simply loved listening to you.
And you?, you're a man who love playing your lovely guitar to this blind maiden, just a man whom i fell for the most, just passionate man who simply enjoys playing the guitar with such wonderful tunes.
