When I was seventy or eighty
--Juan Er'er
when i,
When I was seventy or eighty,
A seaside hut,
There is coffee,
There are books,
There are songs that tell stories,
Enjoying the cookies you baked yourself,
Remembering,
The splendor of youth, the shock of life;
Missing you,
A past with someone, a lifetime with someone;
Squinting his eyes,
Watch the sunset and watch the tide surge.