Take a nap by the fire and remember your youth.

When you get old, William Butler Yeats.

When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy, take a nap by the fire.

Please open the scroll of years and reread it slowly. How many people worship your happiness when you were young, your beauty, hypocrisy or sincerity?

Only one person loves your pilgrim soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face. Love will fade, but just like this old photo.

Yellowing texture can't cover up the most precious memories in my mind, deep affection and years of tacit understanding. {original radio}