Time Pass By Poem by Natasa To

It's like I just turned fifty-eight
and found a beautiful tulip
Bloom in the garden,
looking at the reflection of moon and heaven shine
in what was once a great bamboo.

Where did the time pass by?
I don't really know, but it left me big sorrow.
Honestly, I never forgot
I'd live to see the mountain,
much less fifty-two or three stars.

But it's here
and that person flirt me
laugh at me at morning sunshine.
I see fifty-two flowers on the outside back yard
but I'm a twenty- years-old on the inside.

Try telling that to lover
who are really twenty-one
and see the beauty looks on his face.
Ihaven't a clue of what‘s wrong to him
just like we were clueless too.

My, oh my, how time really pass by...