When you are old song original singer play is Zhao Zhao.
Zhao Zhao, born on March 17, 1979 in Liaocheng City, Shandong Province, is a Chinese mainland independent musician, folk-rock singer-songwriter, music producer, and founder of Figs.
In 1998, Zhao Zhao started his music career as a ballad singer in Beijing, and created songs such as "You are the girl I want the most" and "A broken guitar 1999" etc. In 2010, he published his solo album "Dajing Factory", which won the quarterly top ten albums of the Huawei Music Media Awards. 2014, he participated in the program of "China's Best Songs", and sang the adapted song "When the time comes", which is one of the most popular songs in China. In 2014, he participated in the program "China Good Songs", and sang the adapted song "When you are old".
In 2015, the masterpiece "when you are old" was honored on the stage of the Spring Festival Gala and the third season of "I am a singer". 2016, the song "when you are old" won the "2016 QQ Peak Music Festival" Top Ten Hot Songs Golden Song Award. On February 17, 2018, he took part in the CCTV1 program "Classics" and sang the song "Sound Rhythm Enlightenment".
On January 28, 2019, he participated in the program of "Classical Chanting" and sang "Nostalgia" with Qi Yu***.On July 18, 2020, he came back to the "Classical Chanting" and sang the new work "Ask the Moon with Wine". His representative works include "A White Horse", "By the Bridge", "The Last Day of Summer", "Certainly", and "A Tree of Peach Blossoms".
When You're Old Partial Lyrics
When you're old and your hair is gray,
Sleepy and drowsy,
When you're old,
When you can't walk,
Dozing by the fire and reminiscing about youth,
How many people used to love your youthful, joyful singing time,
Adore your beauty,
False or true,
Only one person,
Still loves your pious soul,
Loves the wrinkles on your old face,
When you are old and your eyes are lowered,
Lamps are dim and uncertain,
The winds are blowing over,
Your news,
This is the song in my heart,
It is the song in my heart. is the song of my heart,
How many have loved the hours of your youthful singing,
Adored your beauty,
False or true,
Only one still loves your pious soul,
Loves the wrinkles on your aged face.