in old bar, there were a few singers
and she was the only girl in the group.
she smiled , and talked , so friendly.
but on the stage , her voice was so vivid.

It's mysterious that her private life.
no one knew even her real name.
all she has was only a old guitar
but her performance was so inevitable.

and

she always sang saddnessful darkside of life,
hardly accepted request "please sing for me lovesong"

she was going to sing a song
about everything without it happy
although she was very cute,
they all called her "the worst guitarist"


one day I tossed her tiny bouquet.
she caught it and smiled charming.
on return road from bar , she threw it
for a grave hers mama's under the cliff

she turned to me and said excuse , and said " please pray her with me"
took a guitair and sang , sunny , happinessful lovesong

she sang happily and cried
to her dears who never come back
her face was stained with sad and tears ,
she seemed be like it "worst guitarist"

"this guitar is relic left by my mother"
she told me after stopping cry
"so this boy play only the requiem"
her smile didn't resemble to "worst guitarist"


I said " would you sing me such a happy song?"
but she replied " that's only for deads"
"if you song that sunny song in bar , you're not said that worst"
"deads know what is sadness, but they don't know the real "


she had shown us "saddnessful" ,
"life is cry, and love is empty"
but no one realized her wonderful song ,
and they called her that " worst guitarist"

she always even today , sing a song
about every thing without it happy
so who know the truth only know ,　
she is the one of "best guitarist"


"The greatful sad" best guitarist