Verse 1 My hair is turning a bit gray in the mirror, But my dreams still refuse to sit still. The years count the wrinkles on my skin, Not the bursts of laughter burning in my words. Pre-chorus They say: "Time passes..." I reply: "So what?" As long as my heart keeps moving forward, I remain stronger. Chorus Age is just a number written on paper, Not the one that makes my identity beat. I may have fewer springs left ahead of me, But in my mind, I’m still twenty—believe me. Seasons change, but the fire stays lit; As long as I smile, I cannot grow old. Verse 2 I’ve learned more from mistakes than from books; Every wrinkle tells a story of why I live. My body sometimes slows down without warning, But the will to live never grows old. Bridge A man isn't measured by the number of his years, But by the stories he still dares to invent. As long as there’s a tomorrow, as long as there’s desire, I choose youth as my philosophy. Final Chorus Age is a number—nothing more, nothing less; It’s not a prison, nor the end of the road. I walk with time without ever surrendering to it, For the body grows old... but the mind does not.
