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活到一百歲

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
越长大之後 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
越长大之後 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 100

In my childhood, we held hands like a happy young couple.
We didn't understand the concept of forever; love was much simpler.

When I was around ten, my feelings started to bloom, but they were always short-lived.
Before I learnt the meaning of gentleness, I was already experiencing heartache.
The older I get, the more rare it is to find genuine affection.
Growing old together has become an outdated concept.

That's why we're all so lonely.
In our twenties, we held the wrong hands; in our thirties, we're walking dogs.
By our sixties, we'll be hobbling along with canes, all alone.
They say that the right person is always just around the corner.
But who knows if that's true or not?
In our twenties, we're like a blazing fire; in our thirties, we're like dogs.
By our sixties, we're like stale beer.
What's the point of living to be a hundred if it's just you?
I'd rather have someone to nag me.

When I was around ten, my feelings started to bloom, but they were always short-lived.
Before I learnt the meaning of gentleness, I was already experiencing heartache.
The older I get, the more rare it is to find genuine affection.
Growing old together has become an outdated concept.

That's why we're all so lonely.
In our twenties, we held the wrong hands; in our thirties, we're walking dogs.
By our sixties, we'll be hobbling along with canes, all alone.
They say that the right person is always just around the corner.
But who knows if that's true or not?
In our twenties, we're like a blazing fire; in our thirties, we're like dogs.
By our sixties, we're like stale beer.
What's the point of living to be a hundred if it's just you?
I'd rather have someone to nag me.

That's why we're all so lonely.
In our twenties, we held the wrong hands; in our thirties, we're walking dogs.
By our sixties, we'll be hobbling along with canes, all alone.
Even though my hopes have slowly turned into wounds over the years,
I still long to find someone to grow old with.
In our twenties, we're like a blazing fire; in our thirties, we're like dogs.
By our sixties, we're like stale beer.
What will it be like if we live to be a hundred? We'll be together.
Then our lives won't have been in vain.