外面下了好大的雨,突然想听这首歌.

Not very often have we met But the music's been too bad Can only sense happiness if the music is sad So, I'm going home I must hurry home Where a life goes on We're too old to make a mess Dreams will keep me young Old enough to stress Only mirrors tell the time So, I'm going home I must hurry home So will my life go on Yes, I'm going home Going home alone And your life goes on