Trees have shed and grew
These roads paved anew
But on this canvas of life
There have been no other brush as you

We've run our crazy youth
No, our journey hasn't been smooth
But all through this lovely tale
You've been my only muse

So let's walk through this age of old
Let's be the other's stick
Because we're classics, my dear
And not just another fling

Yes, we're classics my dear
Here to stay always, forever