When you are old, gray-haired, sleepy and dozing by the fire,
Take down this book, read it slowly, and dream of the gentle appearance of your eyes and their deep shadows;
How many people love your joyful and elegant moments and love your beauty with false or true love;
A person loves your pilgrim's soul and the sadness on your aging face; Bend down by the burning fireplace and whisper sadly, how love escapes, how to pace on the mountains overhead, and how to hide your face among the stars.
English: When you are old, pale and sleepy, and nodding by the fire, please take this poem down and read it slowly, echoing the softness of your eyes in the past and recalling their heavy shadows in the past.
How many people love your beauty when you are young and happy? Out of hypocrisy or sincerity, only one person loves the pilgrim's soul and the painful wrinkles on your changed face.
Bend down by the red fire and whisper sadly, why does love die? It walks on the high mountain and buries its face among the stars. Love you all my life!
I will love them more after I die. -If God wills, I will love you more after I die!