Though eighty years are a burden to bear,
They were the true colorful shades of life;
The lovable world I lived where there were
The sweat of age and labour in the strife.
And now on this high bridge I pass today
Charioted by fate toward the setting sun;
I can’t but adore you all and for aye;
You’re my happy world, like you I loved none.
Save them dearest three brother son and wife,
Who had no chance to pass on this bridge of time;
To me they were the very breath of my life,
And to them I humbly ded’cate this rhyme.