When we get old

Like the sunset fading away and burning

The once hot heat is slowly cooling down

The former glory is gradually losing its color

We will be in an indifferent mood -

Go and see such a fade

The seasons alternate regularly

Life originally had a regular extension

This kind of regularity

- We understand but we don't need to understand

Our footsteps are following this pattern

From naïve to strong

From thriving to maturity

From maturity to aging

That's how our experience was supposed to be

That's how we feel

That's how we've grown –

is always entangled by encounters along the way

We are always reluctant to give up such entanglements

The burden of hatred has quietly drained our hearts

We are always used to tying hatred into a dead knot

Burdened all the way with the reluctance to untie

But he threw the love and care he received out of the clouds

Actually, we really can't put these aside completely

They always hide from our gaze -

Lingering in the depths of our hearts

We are always carrying a burden that we shouldn't be carrying

We always leave behind the love and care that we shouldn't leave behind

In this way, we are dragged forward by time

Walk from one station to another

It's just that there is no clear boundary between a post station and a post station

There is also no strict handover between growth and growth

If we can really grow and mature

will be open-minded -

Reacquaint yourself with our journey

Glory or brilliance, sorrow or sorrow

These are left to the post station behind him to be deeply buried

A different design for the future ahead

We're old

Maybe we'll understand—

Winter went and will come back

But that part of our life is gone

Learning to forget can get rid of many entanglements

But our mood hasn't changed

Walking into another spring can feel another warmth

And that spring's wish is still shining

It seems that it is possible to become transcendent

And it is impossible to sever the entanglement between dreams and the world

When we get old

will be with the gaze of a bystander—

Look back at every step of the way

Looking back at every piece of excitement we have

When we get old

Our mood will be still

Precipitates every one of our feelings

- September 9, 2010