The old man sitting in the room that I imagine He waits with all the oblique meanings he has storaged In the border of thoughts and reality we've met And all the stories he told me were the other way around Broken heart Unfortunate's the owner Instead of tears Every time I see my face in the mirror Memories die I've earned one thousand friends One thousand miles storaged in my pockets Is that really for the following? Broken heart Unfortunate's the owner Instead of tears Every time I see my face in the mirror Memories die Broken heart Unfortunate's the owner Instead of tears Every time I see my face in the mirror Memories die