You don't want to grow up, because of the love of square dancing ah,
I don't want you to lose, maybe we grow up to own,
You don't want to be disappointed, because there is no direction in the heart,
How much love, how many fondness, will be a lonely helpless,
How much affection, how much time, will be a permanent Memories,
You don't want to grow up, because busy grass gold ah,
You don't want to grow old, because the stock can't cripple God,
We don't want you to lose, because there is not much time to take care of you,
I don't want you to be disappointed, those behind the black hand is too vulgar. Too black.
You don't want to grow up, if you spend it, we can work on never,
You don't want to grow up, just don't bet on rescue.
Gold will fall, stocks are helpless, the shadow of the car is forgotten out there. There's nothing to give up.
How much love, how much attachment, will become lonely helpless,
Or return to the excitement of square dancing, have the old people with you.