Take a nap by the fire. Please write down this poem.
Read slowly and recall the tenderness of your eyes in the past.
Recall the heavy shadows of their past.
How many people love you when you are young and happy?
Worship your beauty, hypocrisy and sincerity
Only one person loves your pilgrim soul.
Love the painful wrinkles on your aging face
Hang your head down by the burning fire.
Whispering sadly about the disappearance of love
It paced slowly on the hill overhead.
There is a face hidden among a group of stars.