When i am 60,
i sit on the chair i got when i was a kid.
And i glance over the poems i wrote in 20s.
childish and ambitious.
When i am 60,
i go to those streets i hanged out with you.
And i kiss your lips just like 40 years ago,
sweet and naught.
When i am 60,
i meet my old friends i ganged during the golden days.
And we talk about what we experienced in the past semicentury,
smile with a sigh.
Oh, stop !
I should seize today.
Who the hell care about the stupid fantasy,
Right?
