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