Say a word when you are old.

D 1 When you get old, let me watch the sunset with you. In the faint afterglow, we smiled at each other. In your trembling hands, there are my tears. Everything in the past keeps flashing around you and me. "Where are you going?" explains the eternity of love and sings immortal love songs repeatedly. When you are old, please stay in my arms and wash away the dust of years for you with my tender age. I want to rewrite Ye Zhi's love poems, which is no longer a helpless escape. I want you in my arms, watching the sunset burn out together, holding hands, even if it is the last touch of red dust, dear, I will still call you affectionately, and I will have you in this life and continue in the next life.

D2 When you are old … When you are old … Please take it off. The poems I wrote for you, those vows lurking between the lines, still record the initial love in the dust of the years ... I am waiting for you at the end of time, and the wind blows through the memory of yesterday. The silver moonlight shines on the winding road we walked. The phosphorescence of the years began to ripple in the evening breeze. There is a rustling sound in the distance, interwoven between heaven and earth. Your name is mixed with the flute, swinging gracefully in my mind. I stand on the opposite corner, waiting for you quietly. ......

D3 "When you are old, your hair is white and sleepy. When you are old and sleepy, you can't walk. Take a nap by the fire and recall your youth." How many people once loved the beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity of "I admire you" when singing in youth? Only one person still loves your pious soul and the wrinkles on your old face. I am old, my eyebrows are drooping, the lights are dim and the wind is blowing. This is the song in my heart. When I am old, I really hope this song is for you. . . . . . "Listening to your songs, I shed tears. I know you must have shed tears, too. Only in this tear, is the end, but also another beginning; Even the pain and helplessness made me read deep blessings and expectations. When you are old and can't walk, I will love you again as a student, a friend and someone who once loved you deeply.

D4 When you are old, your forehead is wrinkled and your eyes are cloudy. Do you still remember your dreams when you were young? Old, silver hair faded, slow to move. Do you remember our laughter in the basket? When you get older, your body becomes thinner and your waist bends? Do you remember when we used to hide under your open wings in the wind and rain? As you get older, your words become repetitive and your thinking becomes dull. Do you remember? Lips are no longer full and teeth are loose. Do you remember chewing the bones that were cut off for us with relish? When people are old, time has washed away the lead and their faces are gaunt. Do you remember your beautiful posture when you were young? When you are old, when I grow up, who else will be in adore you? Now deep wrinkles, silver hair, thin figure, long-winded and haggard? When you are old, when I grow up, what can I exchange for you?

D5 When you are old, you stumble along the path at dusk, telling old stories. Please allow me to take your arm and walk in the vanilla garden full of petals. Your bent back is full of tiredness in the late autumn wind. The afterglow of the sunset hangs over your graceful figure. Please allow me to give you another deep hug. In my arms, I have lost my impulsive passion when I was young, but in the long river of time, I have turned sincerity into eternal regret.

D6 When you are old, your eyes are no longer bright, and the songs of the four seasons flow in the tears in the wind. I really want to kiss your eyelashes again. Let my gentle eyes slip through your wrinkles. In my silent gaze, I hear your surging heartbeat. Deep in your eyes, it is the sadness of years. Let my heart ache and tell the joy of reunion. Absorb the essence of the sun and the moon with the halo of pilgrims, and the red carpet paved by sunset glow exudes holy light. Would you please hold my hand? Let me be your happy bride, will you?

D7 When you are old, your eyes are no longer clear, and stories of spring, summer, autumn and winter are flowing. Please allow me to stand by your side and stare into your eyes quietly. Please allow me to look at each other silently and read your heart quietly. Calm eyes drown out the hard work of the years, and calm smiles fill every chapter of life. Lift up the collection of poems I read for you when I was young. In colorful poems, the parting of life and death becomes an eternal retrospect between youth and China.

D8 When you get old, the roses on the ground will become stars, which will only make you see more clearly. When you are old, I will take off the moon in the sky and give it to the only one. When you get old, the arc slides over your back and hobbles along. Dandelions left by childhood are spinning in the rainbow chair ... old, the moon is there, the stars are there, and dandelions are attached.

D9 When you are old, wasted time has eroded your face. Please allow me to touch your devastated face with trembling hands, and please let me touch your vicissitudes of eyes and eyebrows with gentle words. Let me sing your name with a song. If a pious soul can bloom a white lotus, let me turn into a lotus leaf and wait for you to bloom.

D 10 When you are old, hold my hand, stay away from the hustle and bustle of the secular world, and trudge to far places together to see the sea of clouds, look forward to the sunrise, climb to the top, and let the journey of time take us back to roam in the mountains. When you are old, I still love you, even if I stumble, the moss traces of the years cover up your vicissitudes. I still care about you and ask for nothing in return. When you are old, I love my people deeply. You are old, and I am old. The most romantic thing I can think of is to protect you, let the once passionate poems boil in your palm, and accompany you to read the sweetness, just like reading an afterlife.

D 1 1 When you get old, your beauty fades and your face is as holy as a pilgrim. Although your youth is gone, your beauty is blooming. Please allow me to put the flying dust into the vase of years and put it on the window sill full of moonlight. The night wind blows, making a good time play back again and again in my mind. Epiphyllum at night, in the sleepy memory, shyly stretched with slightly tired petals. Everything in the world has lost its luster in the aftertaste of love. At that moment, all the past events were gently sung into a delicate and gentle ballad, and in our own story, the same tune was sung repeatedly.