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活到100岁

Music 小时候牵牵小手 像幸福小俩口
不了解天长地久 爱要单纯很多

十来岁情窦 开不成气候
还不懂温柔 就开始懂心痛
越长大之后 真心越是缺货
爱到老变成过时的口号
所以我们都寂寞
二十岁牵错的手 三十岁牵一条狗
六十岁牵拐杖独自过
人说对的人总会在下一个路口
是对是错还不是分两头
二十岁像一把火 三十岁像一条狗
六十岁像过期的啤酒
就算活到一百岁又怎样 一个人活
不如有个人罗嗦

十来岁情窦 开不成气候
还不懂温柔 就开始懂心痛
越长大之后 真心越是缺货
爱到老变成过时的口号
所以我们都寂寞
二十岁牵错的手 三十岁牵一条狗
六十岁牵拐杖独自过
人说对的人总会在下一个路口
是对是错还不是分两头
二十岁像一把火 三十岁像一条狗
六十岁像过期的啤酒
就算活到一百岁又怎样 一个人活
不如有个人罗嗦

所以我们都寂寞
二十岁牵错的手 三十岁牵一条狗
六十岁牵拐杖独自过
就算憧憬跟着岁月慢慢变伤口
还是渴望有个人到白头
二十岁像一把火 三十岁像一条狗
六十岁像过期的啤酒
如果活到一百岁会怎样 两个人活
这一生不会白活

The end

Live to 100 Years

Music When we were young, we held hands like a happy couple
Unaware of the impermanence of love, it was much simpler then

In our teens, our first love never lasted
Not yet understanding gentleness, we began to know heartache
The older we get, the more scarce true love becomes
Growing old together has become an outdated ideal
This is why we are all lonely
At twenty, we hold the wrong hands; at thirty, we walk a dog
At sixty, we hold a cane and live alone
They say the right person is always waiting around the next corner
But is it right or wrong, it's still a toss-up
At twenty, we are like a raging fire; at thirty, we are like a dog
At sixty, we are like expired beer
So what if we live to be one hundred? To live alone
It would be better to have someone to nag me

In our teens, our first love never lasted
Not yet understanding gentleness, we began to know heartache
The older we get, the more scarce true love becomes
Growing old together has become an outdated ideal
This is why we are all lonely
At twenty, we hold the wrong hands; at thirty, we walk a dog
At sixty, we hold a cane and live alone
They say the right person is always waiting around the next corner
But is it right or wrong, it's still a toss-up
At twenty, we are like a raging fire; at thirty, we are like a dog
At sixty, we are like expired beer
So what if we live to be one hundred? To live alone
It would be better to have someone to nag me

This is why we are all lonely
At twenty, we hold the wrong hands; at thirty, we walk a dog
At sixty, we hold a cane and live alone
Even if our dreams gradually turn into wounds with time
I still yearn for someone to grow old with
At twenty, we are like a raging fire; at thirty, we are like a dog
At sixty, we are like expired beer
If we live to be one hundred, what will it be like? To live with someone
Then this life will not have been wasted

The end