Time has aged the youth
Over forty, no longer young, solitary and out of place.
It's not that I was born unsociable, but weary of the deep tricks of the world.
I'm not lonely or out of place, just afraid that human feelings may not be genuine.
Daydreaming of firewood and rice, night dreaming of money, busy for half a lifetime without a break.
Who doesn't want to enjoy leisure, but life is hard to navigate.
Once had lofty ambitions, but lost time and beauty.
