2013年4月14日 星期日

No News But Olds

Always late
Told me only after they're dead
Nothing new
Nothing instant
Like a strange dream with no end

What can I offer you now

When or where or how 
A peaceful mind
Endless blessings
No tears or sorrow in any pureland

Here comes the olds
Here comes the olds
How come it's always old
The body has died
But the mind never will

Crossed the street that day
Thought of you
Wonder which of us would die first

The young one or the old one
Who would be the lucky one

Old man, you're the lucky one
Since you died first
I'll try my best sending you to purelands
But if I died first
You'll only drink tons of silly alcohol and cry
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