Have your poems all your life.

Old, gray-haired, sleepy.

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.