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It was like a cigarette in my hand
Time is wasted on life
I can no longer remember the months and the years
Grandpa
With stories you've told
With songs I've sung before
In our past
Have we ever dreamed?
What about now?
Because he paved his own way
We have woken up from a dream
Sometimes?
I miss the past, old man
What about you?
Where and what are you doing?
Who are you with?
How are you?
These are imaginary questions
I'm fine too
Except sometimes I remember
Heart palpitations as before
It is true that it is no more
Be happy, old man
Eating lives in life
May you be as young and fresh as before
I have to go to bed early today
Goodnight.
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