i found it somehow strange even then 

how you`d go on about it 

you shared that vision again and again  

til i could see it too, my friend.

imagine us  you said all wrinkled bent and grey 

three queer old codgers reflecting back

to tangchao`s golden days

together forever more 

and i believed as you believed

together`s what we`d have in store

our grandkids fighting duels with drumstick swords

those were your words 

guitars and basses slung across 

their backs as they climb cross stacks of drums and amps

while we old gramps we cry our joyful tears

and drain a nostalgic class to those wonderful wonderful years

together we`d grow old 

tell me why it won`t turn out exactly as you told

 tell me why it`s grown so cold 

bye! my friends

编：jerry

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