Time Machine

Time Machine I travel in a time machine Through centuries and distances, like a blizzard. The past, the future are in my hands, Like a precious gift that I treasure with care. The past becomes a fog, New pages will open. A scientist is racing in a time machine, He makes history with his own hand. Sit down with me, traveler, in this device, And together we will walk the historical path. We will learn the secrets of time, And drops of truth in the ocean of destinies. The past becomes a fog, New pages will open. A scientist is racing in a time machine, He makes history with his own hand. The light of hope sparkles subtly in the eyes, While the car quietly whispers goodbye. Only memories will remain with us, Stardust on my way. The past becomes a fog, New pages will open. A scientist is racing in a time machine, He makes history with his own hand. Time Machine [End] [End] [End]