When we grow old
Our lives will not be the same
The changes in scope and limitations
We have to live with it
We can't blame anybody
How we have become like this?
Spending time alone or in old folks homes
Looking back to memories
We expect our children to bear it all
We don't expect to be treated like this
They will say they have their own families
They have their burdens and responsibilities
When we grow old
We better save while we can
Don't expect the children will help
This is the scene the old should be prepared
When we grow old
Don't cry for the lost times
Don't feel regret of the wrong way
Live with the sweet memories
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