When we are old, prose and poetry

One day, when we get old,

Just find a town with birds and flowers,

Every morning, I collect the sunshine crawling all over the window lattice.

Embrace each other in the evening and watch the sunset.

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How many years ago,

It's all in your nagging,

How much tender love,

In each other's eyes.

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You said your hair was white,

I said I lost all my teeth,

You can't walk. I am your crutch,

I can't see clearly. You are my eyes.

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We climbed mountains and watched the sea together.

Appreciate the warmth in porridge and rice,

Because they're together,

In the change of time,

We are still smiling.

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How many shallow days,

On the distant plains,

Time with you.

It is really beautiful.

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In this life,

You cooked rice,

You warmed your clothes,

Love is still the truest thing you give.

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With all the memories of my life,

Write a poem for you,

In this flat and steady poem,

Full of time and tenderness, the years are quiet.