In a corner of the attic
There is a small and old radio, buried under dust
A small and soft voice can be heard
Clearly through the music
(Who’s that, who’s that)
I vaguely remember, as if I can still hear it
I’m grown up now but
I was a bit young back then
Like a dream, like it was yesterday
My stories are playing
(Now it’s faded) Deeply remaining in the old photos
(Shine on me) Those times that have lost its light
(One by one) I call out to the days I miss so much
And it comes to life like magic
It’s my time machine
(Woo) In an old box
(Woo) My childhood sleeps
(Woo) Like an old tale
(Woo) I take out my childhood
I used to build sand castles and play hopscotch
Never thinking that soil was dirty
I miss those days
No, I miss the innocence back then
Kids always want to be grown ups
Grown ups always want to be kids
You need to take out
the clock hands for time to go
There’s only one way, time machine ride
Exciting things, scary things
Everything was interesting
when I was a bit younger
I used to smile, I used to cry
My stories are playing
(Now it’s faded) Deeply remaining in the old photos
(Shine on me) Those times that have lost its light
(One by one) I call out to the days I miss so much
And it comes to life like magic
It’s my time machine
(Woo) In an old box
(Woo) My childhood sleeps
(Woo) Like an old tale
(Woo) I take out my childhood
No matter how much I turn the dial
I can’t go back to those times I long for
Without anyone knowing,
I want to take it out sometimes
(I want to go back) Mornings when my heart raced
as soon as I opened my eyes
(I miss it) Nights I always spent dreaming
(Day by day) It was like a fun rollercoaster
I want to go back to those times
It’s my time machine
(Woo) In an old box
(Woo) My childhood sleeps
(Woo) Like an old tale
(Woo) I take out my childhood