My older self as 100 is talking to me
Multiply the tiny things which I like doing
It will make the sky bluer and bluer
More than ever before
It will make me smile a little more
My older self as 100 is talking to me
Link together the notes I love
It’ll become a harmony
The sounds are sweeter and sweeter
Echoing nicely around me
The sky is bluer and bluer
More than ever before
It will make me smile a little more
What will I talk to younger self
If I were 100 years old