Request For Happiness Poem by Qinling Wang

When the red sun chases the last rosy cloud at the edge of the sky,

You and I are sitting beside the cliff extremely high.

The chilly wind blows black hair into white.

We hold each other's wizened hand tight.

My request is very simple:

I want you to watch the sunset with me together.



You look into my eyes

With your dim eyes showing endlessly tender.

When the lips are red no more,

When the face is wrinkled,

When you gentlely call my name,

We both feel the upsurge of the hearts.

This is, I believe,

The truth of happiness.