At Eighty

已经八十岁了.

At eighty, I turned silly and free,

Behaving like a child, wild and funny,

Disturbing the peaceful country.

At eighty-one, my mind, it forgot,

Where I parked, in which parking lot?

Still disturbing the peaceful country.

Eighty-two, and oh, what could I do>

Arthritis pains, a struggle in every shoe,

Disturbing both family members and me.

At eighty-three, where is the key?

Ny hearing fading, the whispers I can’t see,

Yet still I try to find moments of glee.

At eighty-four, I danced on the floor,

Carefree and light, like never before,

Embracing the laughter, setting it free.

Eighty-five came, with never a dive,

Despite the wrinkles and age alive,

Staying strong and steady, like a wise old tree.

Eighty-six arrived, the bucket I did kick,

Leaving memories behind, come so quick,

Now part of the peaceful country, endlessly.

八十岁，我变傻了，自由了，
表现得像个孩子，狂野而有趣，
扰乱太平盛世。
八十一岁时，我的头脑忘记了，
我停在哪里，在哪个停车场？
还在扰乱和平的国家。
八十二，哦，我能做什么?
关节炎疼痛，每只鞋都在挣扎，
打扰家人和我。
八十三岁，钥匙在哪里？
Ny 听力减弱，我看不见的耳语，
然而，我仍然试图寻找欢乐的时刻。
八十四岁时，我在地板上跳舞，
前所未有的无忧无虑，
拥抱笑声，让它自由。
八十五来了，从来没有潜水，
尽管皱纹和年龄活着，
坚强而坚定，就像一棵智慧的老树。
八十六到了，我踢的水桶，
留下回忆，来得那么快，
现在和平国家的一部分，无休止。