Growing old

When you grow old, you must become good

To become the best that you can achieve

Like a melon ripening and fireworks taking off

Soothingly releasing the last grace

The last fragrance and love

The last, to the best of your ability

When you grow old, you need peace

Like a river entering the sea, like an old tree with a strong waist

Looking back at the way we came, everything is already at peace

Everything has been chosen

No more long sighs, hands spread out

The left hand is full of experience, the right hand is full of lessons

When I grow old, it's like a famous actor's curtain call

The body is modest and confident in the heart

The corners of the eyes and eyebrows hide the calmness of experience

The curtain drops, the sound of music is far away, and everything is gone.

Only the light of dignity shines behind the curtain

The time to grow old is to get up and go back to being a child

We may not look like children, but inside we tend to be frank and innocent

We have grown old and the world is still young and beautiful

Everything is a cycle, a baby crying

And the earth that holds our smiles and tears

Another reincarnation is taking place in sound and color.