I'm Afraid We Won't Be Able to Grow Old

You said, wait for me I have been waiting for three years You say, forget it I packed everything up and determined not to see you again. When you come back, when your family is full, when you have experienced all the vicissitudes of the world. My face has long been covered with loess, and my head is covered with weeds You are like snow. Before I had time to feel your softness, all that was left was a wet and cold patch on my fingertips. Cold to the bone Love, this little thing, can always teach life and death