Thank God for these ah..going to be sixty
sisxty, sisxty..going to be sixty..thanks but to God
In all these years I lived like wild flowers
care free over the mountain
over the hills, bruises
sometimes thriving on ravines
running all the time, vibrant and wild, what a wonderful life!
short living.. delicate..
But no, God you gave me nothing like that, _ life of a wild flower
You gave me happiness and satisfactions
These sisxty, oops.. sixty years of age
Thank you, God.
A long time but not enough. Salute!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sixty years have passed with good morn with most experience the flowers greet you to the auspicious sunrise of sixty one Happy Birthday To You O Sy Wong
Sixty years's a long time, now i am ready to race! Thanks Mahtab!