When we are old, you are my every morning
The birds twittering song
Your lips are so sweet
The wind whispered in your heart, there lived a man
When we are old, you are my every evening
Together we bathed in the sunset
Your warm arm to lock away my eyes cold
Ear whisper still is so great
When we are old, listened to the lingering drizzle
Reminds the night of petals gently
Tick full ear singing
Are you quietly on the pillow.
Come, please look at me a Qiu Bo
There is a love blue The Danube
