My Guitar

At first, it looked pretty
It looked nice
It looked cool, so I bought it

Even if it's rough
Even if it's hard to play
All the words I couldn't say
I smiled when I heard them

My painful fingers
Sorry, there's a lot of dust
Should I open the window?
I haven't even started yet

My guitar
Who will listen, be quiet
I'm just clumsy
Where is it good
My love, my love

Oh guitar
My guitar with a faint strawberry scent
Are you listening?
My fingertips are tickling
Oh, my guitar hurts
My painful fingers