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.