It's windy Guitar music

It's windy, and the guitar score is as shown below:

The wind is coming.

Lyrics: America

Composer: Yu Takahashi

Singer: You also use coupons to buy peppers.

Lyrics:

Stop-and-go along the way, pursuing the traces of juvenile wandering.

I hesitated just before stepping out of the station.

This feeling of being close at hand makes me laugh, which is inevitable.

The weather in Nagano is still so warm that the wind blows past.

Long, long ago, I met this world for the first time, wandering around, looking at the horizon, as if in front of me.

I would like to go through fire and water again, and now I have wandered in this world.

Open the different faces of the years, and I can't wait to break into your smile.

I used to be unable to extricate myself from the world and addicted to talking in my sleep.

I think it's hard to tell the truth from the truth, tangled and afraid of jokes. I once turned my youth into her.

I have also bounced my fingertips in the midsummer, and I was relieved when I was moved.

Go against the light, let the wind and rain beat, stop and walk, and take a short walk.

It is also a few minutes away. I don't know whether I am touching a story or a mood.

Maybe all I expect is to race against time to see you again.

Smiling sweetly in the cool morning light, I met this world for the first time and wandered around.

Looking at the horizon seems to be in front of me, I am willing to go through fire and water again.

Now I have wandered around the world, looking over different faces of the years.

I was caught off guard and broke into your smile. I was once unable to get out of this world.

I'm also addicted to talking in my sleep, but I'm also entangled and not afraid of jokes.

I turned my youth into her, and I also played the summer at my fingertips.

Let your heart move, let it go, the evening breeze will blow the white hair between your temples.

Heal the scars left by memory, and your eyes are mixed with light and shade.

Twilight covers your stumbling steps and walks into the paintings hidden by the bed.

In the picture, you are talking with your head down, and I am still lamenting the size of the world.

I am also addicted to childhood love stories, and I don't have to worry about making meaningless jokes.

I finally returned my youth to her, along with the summer when my fingertips bounced.

The heart goes with the wind, in the name of love, are you still willing?