Your Vision

I found it somehow strange even then How you'd go on about it
You shared that vision again and again Till I could see it too,my friend
Imagine us ,you said An wrinkled ,bent and grey
To Tangchao's golden days 　
　 　
Together forever more And I believed as you believed
Together's what we'd have in store Our grandkids fighting duels
With drumsticks swords Those were your words
　 　
Guitars and basses strang across there backs
As they climb cross stacks of drums and amps
While we old gramps We cry our joyful tears
And drain a nostalgic class to those wonderful wonderful years
　 　
Together we'd grow old Tell me why it won't
turn out exactly as you told
Tell me why it's grown so cold