When I'm old
I still read books
Read slowly
I'm not in a hurry
When I'm old
I still love flowers
Love that fragrance
Love that softness
Love the delicate smiling face that is about to pass away
When I'm old
I will still love my hair
Serious care
Carefully cut off the forks
White hair is really beautiful
I wanted to dye when I was young
When I'm old
I still change the decorative paintings on the walls regularly
My aesthetic doesn't get worse over time
When I'm old
I'll pick up the phone
To the old friends on the phone book who have not yet been crossed out
Fight one by one
Next time there may be no one to answer
When I'm old
I'm going to write to myself
Write down the past that has not been forgotten
Write down this every day I love
When I'm old
I will not wronged myself
I would cook the food with care
Eat them carefully
Brush the cutlery clean
I want to grow old exquisitely
I would wear clean and tidy clothes
Comb the right hairstyle
Pair it with just the right accessories
I would go out in the sun
I would go to an art gallery
I want to read and write letters every day
I would pick a bunch of flowers
Keep in a bottle
It's like preserving a blooming spring.