You took my guitar
while I was at the midst of plucking its strings.
Don't know why but suddenly you sat down in the corner -
and played my favorite song.

I followed your steps
I sat beside you
And I stared at you
just like the very moment when Romeo finally met Juliet.

In three minutes you taught me the chords,
upon strumming on it
you whisper me words of comfort
saying things will be alright.

As the song became so soft
over and over again,
constantly you kept your golden voice next to me.
My mind ran so fast
began to wonder with thoughts you said.

The strings broke.
My tears fell.
You no longer sung the song,
and put the guitar on the floor, then.

I bent down -
Slowly you began to walk away
left me hanging;
and went through your way next to her.

I closed my eyes,
opened it one more time -
and the sun sets.

Holding my guitar so tight
I loved you, even then.
And before the strings will be badly destroyed even more
like that of how hurricanes break homes,
clear waters from my eyes poured down -
Truly I say to you, the Three minutes is forever cherished no matter how the odds are.