作曲：唐朝乐队

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

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