-When you are old and gray 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,

I love you not for who you are, but for who I am before you.

-And paced upon the mountains overhead

-And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

If we are children of the time, you can stay there, sit together, listen to those who never old stories side HaoShou slowly.