2006-01-15 01:30:51羅拔
Ode to My Friends
Let us make a deal
We are not allowed to leave
In fifty years
When we get old
We might be too weak to dance
But we
We could still talk and laugh
With a wine
Underneath the moon
Would we talk until the morning has broken
As the good old days
Then the sun would hurry us home
To prepare another banquet
We are not allowed to leave
In fifty years
When we get old
We might be too weak to dance
But we
We could still talk and laugh
With a wine
Underneath the moon
Would we talk until the morning has broken
As the good old days
Then the sun would hurry us home
To prepare another banquet