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活到一百岁

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

Live to a Hundred Years

When we were kids, we held hands like a happy little couple

Not knowing what forever meant, love was much simpler

In our teens, our hearts fluttered but never took flight
Not yet understanding tenderness, we began to know heartache
The older we get, the harder it is to find sincerity
The promise of love until old age has become an outdated slogan
That's why we're all lonely
At twenty, we hold the wrong hands, at thirty, we walk dogs
At sixty, we hobble by ourselves, leaning on canes
They say the right person will always appear at the next turn
But whether it's right or wrong, we're still alone
At twenty, we're like a raging fire, at thirty, like a stray dog
At sixty, like stale beer
So what if we live to a hundred? Living alone,
It's better to have someone to nag us

In our teens, our hearts fluttered but never took flight
Not yet understanding tenderness, we began to know heartache
The older we get, the harder it is to find sincerity
The promise of love until old age has become an outdated slogan
That's why we're all lonely
At twenty, we hold the wrong hands, at thirty, we walk dogs
At sixty, we hobble by ourselves, leaning on canes
They say the right person will always appear at the next turn
But whether it's right or wrong, we're still alone
At twenty, we're like a raging fire, at thirty, like a stray dog
At sixty, like stale beer
So what if we live to a hundred? Living alone,
It's better to have someone to nag us

That's why we're all lonely
At twenty, we hold the wrong hands, at thirty, we walk dogs
At sixty, we hobble by ourselves, leaning on canes
Even as our dreams fade with time, turning into wounds
We still yearn for someone to grow old with
At twenty, we're like a raging fire, at thirty, like a stray dog
At sixty, like stale beer
What if we live to a hundred? Living together,
Our lives won't have been lived in vain