Measuring a summer's day, I only find it slips away to grey, The hours, they bring me pain.

*Tangerine, Tangerine, Living REFLECTIONS from a dream; I was her love, she was my queen, And now a thousand years between.

Thinking how it used to be, Does she still remember times like these? To think of us again? And I do.

有沒有跟著唱？