Wishing for a Peaceful Heart Forever, Hand in Hand to Grow Old Together, Never Separated
After dinner, sitting under the plum blossom trees to admire the moon, I sat in the rocking chair and told you about the silly things I did in my youth. Surrounded by blooming camellias beneath the camellia-covered fence, we witnessed our gradually aging years together.
Go and fetch the oil, I'll watch from behind, three or four car tracks, one step back. I just wanted you to know, as long as you turn your head, I'll be right there behind you.
Occasionally, you'll still tease me with your childishness, complaining about how I do things right and wrong. I earnestly stepped forward and said: It's all my fault, I'm the one who's wrong. I don't care about who's right or wrong, I only care about your happiness.
The setting sun of life doesn't yearn for high official positions, nor does it seek glory and wealth, I only wish to have a peaceful life for a lifetime, to walk hand in hand and never separate, to grow old together without parting!
When I get old, I'll take you with me, leave the bustling world behind, and live in a quiet small town.
Plant flowers in front of the house, grow vegetables behind the house, we'll pick vegetables together and cook. We'll ride bikes and take walks, almost never using our phones. Not disturbing others, and not wanting to be disturbed.
What is meant to be, will be. In a small town, a meal, a vegetable, and one person to share a life with.
In the morning, we'll hold hands and walk to the alley to watch the sunrise, together, we'll go to the market to buy vegetables and fruits. In the afternoon, I'll sit in the rocking chair and read a book, while you trim the beautiful and blooming flowers. In the evening, we'll stroll along the paddy fields bathed in red sunset, closing our eyes, savoring the scent of grass in the soil.
