rt with my gifts.

　　Young is your life，your path long，and you drink the love we bring you at one draught and turn and run away from us.

　　You have your play and your playmates. What harm is there if you have no time or thought for us？

　　We，indeed，have leisure enough in old age to count the days that are past，to cherish in our hearts what our hands have lost for ever.

　　The river runs swift with a song，breaking through all barriers. But the mountain stays and remembers，and follows her with his love.