when you are old
When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, please write down this poem.
Read slowly and recall the tenderness of your eyes in the past.
Think back to their past shadows.
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How many people love you when you are young and happy?
Worship your beauty out of hypocrisy or sincerity,
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the painful wrinkles of your old face.
Bend down by the red flame,
Whispering sadly, why does love die,
On the mountain overhead, it walked slowly.
Hide your face among the stars.