Maybe someday
When we are all old,
This will happen.
Alone,
In the quiet afternoon,
Lying leisurely on a rocking chair,
Sipping tea quietly,
Looking back on the past,
Maybe,
Will quietly think of you before,
Suddenly wanted to write something for you,
Commemorate the years we have traveled together.
got windy,
Winced
A pair of hands that you once said were as delicate as jade,
Now wrinkled,
Use these wrinkled hands again,
Touched
Once you said the pitiful little face,
Now it ’s also full of wrinkles and age spots,
Thinking of this,
There are hot tears in the eyes, on those wrinkled hands
suddenly,
It feels like someone put on a warm coat for you,
Wipe away tears,
Looking back and smiling,
"You came."
Can't believe my eyes,
Handsome men who once fascinated thousands of women,
Now he is also a gray-haired old man,
The old man in front of me,
It's really someone who has been with me for a lifetime,
"It's windy, let's go home."
Still short language,
But it contains unlimited care,
Holding hands and arms,
Once holding hands has become today's support,
but,
Happiness is still there.
Thank God,
Keep me in the most beautiful time
Meet you.
Hold the hand and the old man.
