Bài hát 你的幻境/ Ảo Cảnh Của Em Báo Lỗi

I found it somehow strange even then How you`d go on about

it You shared that vision again and again Til I could see

it too.my friend

Imagine us.you said All wrinkled.bent and grey Three queer

old codgers reflecting back To tangchao`s golden days

Together forever more And I believed as you believed

Together`s what we`d have in store

Our grandkids fighting duels With drumstick swords Those

were your words Guitars and basses slung across Their

backs As they climb cross stacks Of drums and amps While

we old gramps We cry our joyful tears And drain a

nostalgic class To those wonderful wonderful years

Together we`d grow old Tell me why it won`t turn out

exactly As you told Tell me why it`s grown so cold