when you get old
no matter how strong your emotions were,
no matter much love you held,
you know it has no physical reality;
you know it will all fade away.
it didn’t sell when we were younger. now I’m aged, and new trends have come over.
I see you’re still holding a flower. .. man, your daydream is over;
no more trips are scheduled for tomorrow.
let’s go home, we wasted our lives for tomorrow.
if you still want to travel, then, let’s dream about it together …