030-Your age (English Version)

030-Your age
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Written by Macky Chan

1.
Age where you lived
Age that shines to golden color
You who was pure boy
It is sweat in the brow and it dyes by mud

You who confines white ball in pupil and was running
Such you also have already approached the end of the life
I love you present such you
Like that time, like as the look of the boy who sunburnt

It at any moment will be running
How how!
..sad one.. painful..
You who has passed the time away more than half a century from me 17 from me

Indefinitely indefinitely
Years being remain
You run through ahead of me …
I can not possible to catch up you
Boyhood that you spent
I would like to spend like a girl of Seventeen
The chest seems to burst and this chest will burst
It is me now it is not possible never to live in your time
You always watch my pupil, and

you talks about memory story by a shining gentle pupil
I, on your hand that grows dark, hand of one shining white girl still is piled

It already already seems to have burst the chest, and to dash out…
I feel getting warm of your hand
Your voices gradually become slender, and it seems to vanish
It is too cruel
Only though the age (occasion) that was born to this world is different
The sound of your wristwatch gradually becomes small

2.

The time when I am alive is an age when SNS is spectacular
I want to enjoy chatting with you via SNS who was a pure boy in those days
However, the language of my smile seeing never runs to you in those days
Desire to you of such me,
I want to fleech to the white handkerchief, and to throw out to the other side of the door at time
Such I,
You love me present (now) , like that time, like the look of the boy who sunburnt

Like the look of the boy who sunburnt, you take my hand and run at any moment

How how!
It is sad and painful...
I like a virgin of Seventeen
I want to spend time the same as you some time

Indefinitely indefinitely
Years remain apart from
You must run through ahead of me and … It is not possible to catch up
Boyhood that you spent
Like me as 17
I want to be asleep by the rest your head on your lap
The head of the eye seems to be drowned and to be drowned this head of the eye because of tears.
It is me in your age now it is not possible never to live.
You always watch my pupil
You talk to me with a silence by a gentle, seem lonely pupil
I , on the hand by which you become ashen
It is still piling as for the hand of the girl who shines to pink
It already already seems to have burst the chest, and to dash out
Getting warm of your hand is not felt by me
The shine of your pupil seems to dull gradually, and to vanish
It is too sad
Only though that was born to this world is different
Wristwatch doesn't carve …

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