Time passes by like a caravan chain
Keeping the memory of the ancient world.
Life is a book
Whose pages are years.
I see the years flying by
Like a swift run of a horse!
Light years are our way,
Happiness is our course!
Time passes by like a caravan chain
Keeping the memory of the ancient world.
Life is a book
Whose pages are years.
I see the years flying by
Like a swift run of a horse!
Light years are our way,
Happiness is our course!