My dear,
Everybody makes plans
They make plans, although time will always be mystery


They make plan, to marry,
They make plan, to have children,
A beautiful house with flowers,
Raise children carefully,
Until see their children marry

I have no plans like that
and I know its confusing you

My plan is
To grow old with you,
To see your hair turns white,
To take care you every day,
To make you smile,
A hand to shed your tear
A shoulder when you sad,

*My plan is,
to love you.