Oh,
I have a little house, but it's so beautiful.
I live alone every day.
My house is next door,
I live in the yard.
I forget to take my brother to pick me up.
At night, under the golden moonlight,
I lie with the guitar in the attic.
And the girl next door,
every time she comes to the house,
she gets used to it.
I don't sing,
I play the guitar.
But I'm so proud of it.
It makes me feel like I'm in spring.
Like the warm and silent words of lovers.
Two years have passed,
but love doesn't dare to be sad.
I am afraid of being alone.
How to dream of a future?
I am afraid of being left alone,
hoping that life will not hurt.
Then one day I decided to go far away.
I try to forget her like a shadow in the rain.
Remembering the time,
the medicine or the angel.
Separating the love so that the old man forgot.
Today,
I picked up the rose petals.
I'm happy to have a rich husband.
I wish you good luck.
Do you miss this poor musician?
I don't sing,
I play the guitar.
But I'm so proud of it.
It makes me feel like I'm in spring.
Like the warm and silent words of lovers.
Two years have passed,
but love doesn't dare to be sad.
I am afraid of being alone.
How to dream of a future?
I am afraid of being left alone,
hoping that life will not hurt.
Then one day I decided to go far away.
I try to forget her like a shadow in the rain.
Today,
I picked up the rose petals.
I'm happy to have a rich husband.
Do you miss this poor musician?
I wish you good luck.
Do you miss this poor musician?