가사
(Verse 1)
Strumming through the morning haze,
Six strings whisper secrets, they amaze.
Fingers dance upon the frets,
Melodies born, no need for regrets.
(Chorus)
Guitar speaks in notes untold,
Stories woven, both young and old.
Strings resonate, a soulful cry,
In this symphony, we learn to fly.
(Verse 2)
Each chord a chapter, every riff a tale,
In the language of music, we set sail.
From gentle whispers to roaring storms,
The guitar guides us, in all forms.
(Bridge)
With every strum, a journey begins,
Echoes of passion, where silence thins.
In the realm of sound, we find our truth,
In the guitar's embrace, eternal youth.
(Chorus)
Guitar speaks in notes untold,
Stories woven, both young and old.
Strings resonate, a soulful cry,
In this symphony, we learn to fly.
(Verse 3)
Underneath the starry skies,
Guitar's melody, a lullaby.
Whispers of dreams, softly sung,
In the symphony of the night, we're one.
(Chorus)
Guitar speaks in notes untold,
Stories woven, both young and old.
Strings resonate, a soulful cry,
In this symphony, we learn to fly.
(Verse 4)
From the dusty bars to the grand stage,
Guitar's magic, never shall age.
In its strings, the heart finds a home,
Wherever we wander, never alone.
(Bridge 1)
Through the highs and lows, it strums,
In the melody, our spirits hum.
With every pluck, a tale is spun,
In the guitar's embrace, we're one.
(Chorus)
Guitar speaks in notes untold,
Stories woven, both young and old.
Strings resonate, a soulful cry,
In this symphony, we learn to fly.
(Verse 5)
In the quiet moments, when words fail,
Guitar's song, a gentle gale.
It speaks of love, it speaks of pain,
In every chord, emotions reign.
(Chorus)
Guitar speaks in notes untold,
Stories woven, both young and old.
Strings resonate, a soulful cry,
In this symphony, we learn to fly.
(Bridge 2)
With each strum, a memory's born,
In the echoes of sound, we're sworn.
To cherish the moments, to hold them dear,
In the guitar's melody, no fear.
(Outro)
So let the chords echo, in the night's embrace,
Guitar's lullaby, a timeless grace.
For in its strings, we find our song,
In every note, where we belong.
/ Professional Photoshop Image of Real Guitar (Image) /
