Nowadays We lose our age with grace and beautiful sorrow
And live behind the shadows of figures who once were our beloved
We shake hands with loneliness and bite the apple of bitterness
But even so Our age renews as We once again greet Our childish selves
For the Ones who can still recall, rejoice!
As for the Ones who glance at their own flesh and blood without smiling, alas!
For the flesh is old and wrinkled
Therefore the Ones We see, We envy
If only We could reach out and touch Them
But We reach out when One doesn't want Us to
We have both legs and arms, yet We cannot use them
For our tired heart cries for help, yet not a single word comes out
We are unable to thank those who take care of Us
A few lucky Ones can still laugh
But as for Us, We stare speechless in front of Us
Afraid of that Enemy known as Death
The hands are shaky, the eyes are weary
The breathing is shallow and ragged
Come, dear Enemy of ours, let Us hold hands now
And walk through that miserable path towards Paradise
