When I get old, will I own a small house like this and catch a fish for dinner by the lake; when I get old, will I change the name of my beloved girl and snuggle up on the chair and call her wife; when I get old, will I have a group of lovely grandchildren and hold them on my lap to celebrate; when I die, will I be buried in an inconspicuous little earthbag behind the house, against the setting sun.