When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy,
Take a nap by the fire, take down this book,
Reading slowly, dreaming of the gentle eyes.
Your eyes were once, and their shadows were deep;
How many people love your happy and elegant moments,
Loving your beauty with true or false love,
But there is one person who loves your pilgrim soul,
Love the sadness on your aging face;
Bend down by the glowing fireplace,
Whispering a little sadly, how love dies.
Pacing on the mountains overhead
Hide his face among the stars.
when you are old
When you are old, sunburned and sleepy,
Please write down this book when you take a nap by the fire.
Read slowly and dream of your eyes.
Soft eyes, deep reflection in eyes;
How many people love your charming time,
The beauty of loving you comes from hypocrisy or truth,
But only one person loves the sincerity of your soul,
Love the biting wind and frost on your declining face;
Bend down, by the red fireplace,
Whispering sadly, how Cupid escaped,
Walking in the mountains overhead,
Hide his face among the stars.