One day, I loved a man,
He was eighteen that time,
And fifteen's the age of mine.One day, I married a man,
He was twenty-five,
I was twenty-two and in love.One day, I was left by a man,
On that day, I was on my thirty,
And he is thirty-three.Now, I have grandkids,
I am already seventy-three,
And he's still thirty-three.My age changes every year,
And his isn't changing,
But my love for him will never change...although he's already in heaven.
—ysa | april 1