So she goes to work today
Wearing showy clothes and shoes
It's a very strange style
From common sense in the world
A lot of wrinkles carved in the face
She has romance-grayed hair
She looks old on any showing
However, she like it
It is not possible to walk life being young
Nobody knows her beauty in her youngest times
Nothing has not changed, nothing changed
For her never before
Dressed in white
She's doing always so
Because she loves it so desperately
Even no matter what people say, she will do
Dressed in white
Growing older
One throws away the favorite thing
Please tell me now
Should we all become the same?
Everyone speaks ill of her
Laughing and saying "she's crazy"
Disappearing confidence
And the stories goes...
It is not possible to walk life being young
Nobody knows her beauty in her youngest times
Nothing has not changed, nothing changed
For her never before
Every one of us has individuality
Everyone doesn't need to be the same
Society tries to suppress and to regiment
Though she is not troubling anyone, oh