Spring goes to winter and fifty autumn comes.
People are lucky in times of prosperity,
From 18 to maturity.
In fact, I really don't want to write these poems (including Tibetan poems), because you wrote them with your heart and wrote a lot. After using it, netizens ignored it (refused to adopt it) and felt worthless. But today I am writing for you at the age of 50, because you are no longer a young man and deserve attention.