I used to be young and frivolous,
Once unscrupulous,
In this bizarre city
we,
All are covered by the rings of time
slowly, slowly
There's not much left to waste.
Mountains south and rivers north,
He will grow old alone, with gray hair.
Finally,
She said:
without you,
I'm willing to be alone but I'm afraid I won't be able to wait until I grow old.