Every day every day
I can imagine what you look like now
Of course you are no longer that handsome young man
But like fine wine
After years of precipitation, it will definitely feel more mellow.
By your side, your beloved wife should be by your side
Under your knees, maybe there will be a couple of children
You may have forgotten me, just like the morning dew among flowers, even though it is crystal clear, there will be no trace in the end
Or maybe you remember me, but you have no love or hatred, and can no longer stir any emotion
Where I stare, there is no longer an old friend, dancing gracefully in the middle of the water
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