今天见到一个年轻漂亮女孩和一个六七十岁的男人亲昵令我百感交集

when i watch an old man whisper to a lass
and the lass blush in apparent love
my whole pride subsides
and shame surges

now it is too late, and everything is too late
a familiar fermat formula wont do
a barren binary shift wont do
dish juggling wont do

as i stroke my chin
as i turn my back and look
the path i traveled winds and twists
scattered with silent tears and futile sweats

leaves are rain-laden, soil is rain-sodden
but pitied poverty is still my burden