The recurring sun and moon like jumping balls,
Proceeding across the sky all the year round.
The four seasons come and go in cycles
Like the ceaseless current in a stream.
Although the spring flowers are beautiful,
They』ll all wither when winter arrives.
Human life resembles the morning dew;
How can it last long?
The God』s paradise shouldn』t be expected;
The worldly affairs can hardly be perfect.
I』ve vainly spent thirty years;
Now my hair will soon turn grey.
How can I get an almighty hand
To hold back the chariot of Apollo?
How can I get a pill of immortality
So that I can stay young forever?
Time cannot be detained;
How can my ambition be accomplished?
I sing a song at the top of my voice;
Though the music ends, my emotions still surging.