Already forty-five, yet I still have many dreams.

My heart still flutters each minute of waiting for you. 

Just a cordial greeting was enough to make my heart disoriented.

And feel a vague longing from night till the next day.  

Already forty-five, yet still want “hand holding hand”.

And love each other passionately,

Like we were in the tumultous and intense twenties,

When we burned ourselves up in our passions. 

Already forty-five, yet still afraid of the heart’s numbness. 

Still feel lonely when winter arrives with its chilly frost. 

Still feel sorry for myself and sometimes despondent.

Still easily sympathetic and afraid of being deceived. 

Already forty-five, even though it’d been a lot of hard work.

And the color of my hair’s turning a little white.

And no matter how many up-and-downs in my life.

I will always smile in receiving your affection and love!...

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