Will you still be the man who I hold onto when my hands wrinkle? Will I still be the woman you love when you grow old?

Walking under the hot sun with only one umbrella in his hand, he shed it unto his partner. Slowly pacing through the long road as fast cars past, never letting go of each other’s hand. Grey hair, wrinkled hand, watching each step that they take.

Going on movie dates, watching movies made by youngsters these days, still the never ending excitement. As they held onto one another, the elderly woman rests her head on his shoulder. They enjoyed the movie.

Dining at the kopitiam near by their house, only the two of them. Feasting on 2 dishes and a bowl of soup, yet they chit-chat away happily. Enjoying each others’ company.

There’s no need to drive a car, live lavishly and feast on the finest when you are doing all that with the man you love. The wrinkled annoying old man that was once a handsome ambitious man you love. This is the lifetime of love you want to chase after.