I'm getting old
- Poetry of Nalan Xingde

I'm getting old,

fear that people say i'm affectionate,

so i stop writing the love poems.

Snuggle up to the tulips,tears shed,

where will those faded fragrance go?

Back to past road,

the fragrance remains in my sleeve,

my heart is more bitter than the coptis.

Please don't say we'll live in the flowers eternally,

when you left me,those flowers will fade in the wind.