Thank you. So will you.

I will become older and older as time goes by. lol...

《When You are Old by Yeats》suddenly popped into my mind.

Poem: When You Are Old
Poet: William Buter Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim Soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

楚江, 《钢琴曲：终身美丽》is for you. Have a nice weekend.