One morning, we're at the farthest and quietest green place we dream once
Both of our hair almost turn silver
We retire earlier than the rest as we used to wish
While our two kids are in civilized cities, on their own, the way we raise them
We must have done all our missions in life at this point
We're holdings hands while overlooking the sea from the top view of a mountain where we built our retirement home
Not too near, nor too far from the marketplace where we can buy our favorite snack
I am now a good cook at this stage, no burnt rice and overcooked egg
I can now plant and sow vegetables in the backyard
I still like all of your touches, from my head down to the tip of my fingers
I still tap your back while we hug, which you like
We still laugh at our corny lines and enjoy sharing stories from our encounters with our friends
Our favorite N joke, shows we watch
the way you smell, the way I don't smell,
the way we sleep
the way you ask questions
the way we are different but still want to be by each other's side while we rest, eyes closed waiting for sunrise.