.

As I was writing in my classroom,

A vision appeared in my mind:

At the age of sixty, I am driving a car

With my grandchildren.

I am in my classroom, writing.

Suddenly, my vision blurs.

I am sixty, in my car,

Thinking of my present, at twenty-one—

My college days.

How ironic it is, the feeling is ecstasy.

Wonderful—that’s all I can describe.

I am writing in my classroom at twenty-one,

Meanwhile, driving a car with my grandchildren.

From the present, I think of the future;

From the future, I think of the present.

Both satisfy my heart.

Life is very short;

Nostalgia is all we’ve got.

The past is so beautiful, full of memories—

For it moves the present.