I have become very old
Crossed eighty
Most of my friends have died
But they are young
In my memory
They'd remain young as long as I live
While I grow older till death
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very sincere and worthy feeling about departed friends while accepting one's growing age with sagacity. Thanks, Sir. Wishing you a long life and good health.