The Slow Old Days

01/23/2025 Thursday 7-28F Mostly Sunny

Translated from a Chinese poem:

I remember that when I was young,

Everyone was sincere and true to their words;

In early mornings the street to the train station was dark and deserted,

Alive only the steaming soymilk shop.

 

The sun set slowly in the old days;

The carts, horses, and mails all ran at a low speed;

No wonder that the lifetime of a man could allow him to love just one woman. 

 

The locks were handsome too in the old days,

So were the keys.

Once you locked it,

Others would understand and wouldn't touch it.