Treasures we own..together:
When my hand is wrinkled so,
it's 당신 that I will still want 당신 know.
As my hair turns silver and gray
remember me as I was yesterday.
My long red hair blowing in the breeze,
we loved each other with ease.
Now in the park your hand I hold,
you keep me warm as it turns cold.
We sit on a bench and feed the birds,
not a single word needs to be heard.
Remembrances of years gone by,
we both smile...we both sigh.
Remembering our first glance,
and for hours how we danced.
The 꽃 당신 gave to me for no reason,
and the little things 당신 did every season,
made me a believer in true love....
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