The Story of Time was originally sung by Tayu Lo.

The story of time was first sung by Tayu Lo.

The Story of Time is a song sung by Tayu Lo and written, composed and arranged by Tayu Lo. There are two versions of this song, which are included in the album "Who Are You" released by Rolling Stone Records on April 2 1, 1989 and "Shining Days" released on February 16, 1989.

The lyrics of this song are written in the form of prose poems. There are poems in songs and stories in poems. Listening to music seems to see your future life. At the beginning of the lyrics, I wrote a life story about the passage of time, and made a transition with those memories of the past. At the end of the song, the memory of the past time is used again to end the compilation of the whole time story. Lyrics write about life, write about life, and hide everyone's growth in their hearts beyond words.

Lyrics of time stories

Spring flowers and autumn wind.

Sunset in winter

Melancholy, youth, young me.

I used to feel so ignorant.

Windmills are in the song of the four seasons.

It flows every day.

In romantic poetry

I grow every year.

Running water, it takes away the story of time.

Changed a person.

That was the first time I was sentimental.

Waiting for youth

Yellowing photos, old letters

And faded Christmas cards

I wrote a song for you when I was young.

I'm afraid you have forgotten.

Past vows

Just like the colorful bookmarks in that textbook.

How many beautiful poems have been painted?

But this is a puff of smoke after all.

Running water, it takes away the story of time.

Changed two people

That was the first time I was sentimental.

Tears of youth

A distant journey, a dream of yesterday.

And laughter in the distance.

Meet again

How many miles have we walked?

I'm not that familiar person anymore.

Have an old, crazy dream

You're not who you used to be.

Keep smiling.

Running water, it takes away the story of time.

Changed us.

That was the first time I was sentimental.

The memory of youth

Running water, it takes away the story of time.

Changed us.

That was the first time I was sentimental.

The memory of youth