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Wait until we're old

author:Lattice to the small craftsman

Wait until we're old

Just pick a place away from the hustle and bustle

Surrounded by mountains and rivers, the scenery is beautiful

We don't need to socialize anymore

Reluctant occasions

We no longer want to let the complexity of the world disturb our clearland

Just live from the heart

Withdraw from the delusions of youth

Just by memory

You can enjoy your old age in peace

Wait until we're old

We can no longer cling to the red dust of the past

The wind and snow moon have become a story

Fame and fortune are already floating clouds

What you have

It's just that you're still with me

Although he has white hair

Although it is already twilight

There is still a bright sunset reflected in the heart

The days were for the two of us

There is only relative freedom

There can be no more reasons

Keep us out of sight

Suffer again from this ridiculous lovesickness

Suffer from this unwarranted rush again

Wait until we're old

Our legs and feet are not flexible

There are also many discomforts in the body

Accept it

Isn't that all the same when you're old?

I can also give you a pat on the back

You can also rub my shoulders

That's fine

Our journey in life has entered the most peaceful moment

Even peers

I also don't want to be too far from home

It's a pleasure to go out once in a while and get some air

If you travel a long distance, there is no need

Poetry and distant places longed for in my youth

It's all in the eye

Hidden in the heart

The slight smile that bent the corners of his mouth

It became a wisp of tenderness that was deeply burned in the bones

We have all stranded in the years

Wait until we're old

The journey is nowhere near us

The flowers and plants planted by hand are important

More soothing to our body and mind

Far less than the cats and dogs we raise

Bring sweetness

Far less than our side of the courtyard fell to sit on the seashore

Wait for dusk to dawn

Guard the moon and wait for the stars

That's safe

The slow days are just right for the elderly

My cooking smoke is full of your favorite food

Your labor is all I wish

Of course, I will also count your stupidity

You will also blame me for my slowness

There will still be troublesome vignettes between us

Wait until we're old

Our world is big

It's big enough to put down the heavens and the earth

Our world is also small

Small enough to accommodate each other

Be with you in the years of the long stream of thin water

Slowly, slowly getting older...

Wait until we're old

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