At 45, I am aging, yet no false alarms
Seasons fade, but someday we'll ignite
In the depths of despair, we find a way to say
Just like spring's return, we'll bloom again someday
At 45, neither old nor young anymore
Satellite, I will live like a butterfly
We're renewed by the night, drunk on midnight wine
In the sound of the rain, lost feelings compile
It's clear to me now, I know nothing at all
In the days of our youth, we lived intertwined
and you know, Oh, my life is not over at its prime
And the reason why a little rebel's in the corner
Wish you'd never reach your goal line
See the rebel take the limelight
Our lives had a downward slide
In my mind, I'm working full time, but is it right?
Our living, like a sober and colder dawn
Don't lie, I will live like a buttefly, it's like...