Actually, I'm old
That I've to let the small tree in front of the door
for me shed the leaves off
I'm too old as to shell off a layer of earth
And another layer of earth once more
Seeing these layers of earth
I know that going out is the bonfire on my chest reserved for you
And departing is the strength kept for you in my arm
As far as my eyes, tardy and erratic
They start to see everything
Actually, I'm very old
For the latest short span of my life
I just keep on asking the small tree in front of the door
for me to shed the last leaf
While the world is changing and time is flying
Why I say that you don’t come, I'm dare not to grow old
’Cause when I’m alone
I do still cherish a very slim hope that you also think so
