I think I loved you.
We once walked together under the stars and talked about all the interesting topics from ancient times to the present. Or say nothing.
I still remember the profile of your face, in the low dusk of the setting sun.
We were still young then.
Now I have grown old,
Sitting under the crabapple tree we planted together,
Drowsy. There is a sound of frogs everywhere,
What remains unchanged is the eternal starry sky, and the night is still gentle, just like before.