When you are old, freckled, and sleepy,
take a nap by the stove, take down this book,
read it slowly, and remember your dreams. In the past, your eyes
looked soft and reflected deeply;
How many people loved you when you were charming and charming,
loving your beauty came out of falsehood or true love ,
But only one person loves the sincerity of your soul,
loves the sad wind and frost on your fading face;
bends down, in the blazing red by the hearth,
murmuring sadly how Cupid has fled,
wandering on the hilltops overhead,
leaving his face Disappeared among the stars.