Old And Old

Old and old sun also say,

Old and old he moves on his way.

He wears a clock which is long and long,

Black or white which he chooses to belong.

When he stops he is going to die,

Look like he is saying goodbye.

No one to save when he stop,

Lord or God are not that top.

So choose a dream in which to stay,

Make it true till the end of day.

Old and old moon also say,

Old and old he moves on his way.