Years of Grace │ New │C-Pop│How Many Times Can We Reminisce； Perhaps Tomorrow We'll Be Worlds Apart

Years of Grace
The pure and innocent days of childhood
Smiles bloom brightly like flowers
Childhood games quietly flow by
Thinking time would remain eternal
*Left home young, returned old
The hometown accent remains, but hair has turned gray
Childhood friends don't recognize each other
Smiling, they ask where the guest comes from*
Parted during youthful years
Reunited with silver hair
Faces marked by the passage of time
Memories remain, but everything has changed
Meeting again, both strange and familiar
Laughing and talking about the past until now
Hearing that old friends have journeyed far
Sighing that time spares no one
Memories no longer as vivid
Bodies bent like bows with age
How many times can we reminisce
Perhaps tomorrow we'll be worlds apart
Life passes like a fleeting horse
And cherish the moments we gather now