An old poem
An old story
An old melody
In my mind
Everyone was alive
Everyone who I know
There wasn't any fear
In my mind
An old book
Pictures that have become old
An old song
In my mind
I had never lost the one who I love
There wasn't losing
In my mind
For the sake of an ordinary simple day
I had never prayed, I had never begged
How did you accomplish
You are like a hundred-year-old tree
How did you stay like this
While grows up doesn't get old, if gets old becomes more valuable
How did you accomplish
You are like a hundred-year-old tree
How did you stay like this
Or are you one of those who just seem so
An old game
In an old street
An old cardigan
On my shoulder
I used to believe in love
With all of my cells
There was no any burden
On my shoulder
For the sake of an ordinary beautiful day
I had never prayed, hadn't begged yet
How did you accomplish
You are like a hundred-year-old tree
How did you stay like this
While grows up doesn't get old, if gets old becomes more valuable
How did you accomplish
You are like a hundred-year-old tree
How did you stay like this
Or are you one of those who just seem so