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活到100歲

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
不如有个人啰嗦

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
不如有个人啰嗦

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

Living to 100 years

We held hands like a happy couple when we were young
Not knowing about a lasting relationship, love was much simpler

At the age of ten, our feelings were short-lived
We didn't understand gentleness, and we already started to understand heartache
The older we grow, the more scarce sincerity becomes
Love has become an outdated slogan
That's why we're all lonely

At twenty, we held the wrong hands, and at thirty, we held a dog's leash
At sixty, we hold a walking stick and live alone
People say that the right person will always be at the next intersection
Whether it's right or wrong, it's a toss-up

At twenty, we were like a ball of fire, at thirty, we were like a dog
At sixty, we were like an expired beer
What if we live to be a hundred, living alone?
It's better to have someone nagging you

At the age of ten, our feelings were short-lived
We didn't understand gentleness, and we already started to understand heartache
The older we grow, the more scarce sincerity becomes
Love has become an outdated slogan
That's why we're all lonely

At twenty, we held the wrong hands, and at thirty, we held a dog's leash
At sixty, we hold a walking stick and live alone
People say that the right person will always be at the next intersection
Whether it's right or wrong, it's a toss-up

At twenty, we were like a ball of fire, at thirty, we were like a dog
At sixty, we were like an expired beer
What if we live to be a hundred, living alone?
It's better to have someone nagging you

That's why we're all lonely

At twenty, we held the wrong hands, and at thirty, we held a dog's leash
At sixty, we hold a walking stick and live alone
Even if our dreams turn into wounds with time
We still yearn for someone to grow old with

At twenty, we were like a ball of fire, at thirty, we were like a dog
At sixty, we were like an expired beer
What if we live to be a hundred, living as a couple?
Our lives won't be lived in vain