To find pleasure in life, make the most of the spring.

To find pleasure in life, make the most of the spring.

Since Life is but a Dream, Why toil to no avail?

I bow in reverence to the white cloud.

Beneath the blossoms with a pot of wine, No friends at hand, so I poured alone; I raised my cup to invite the moon, Turned to my shadow, and we became three.

Growing older, I love only quietness: who need be concerned with the things of this world? Looking back, what better plan than this: returning to the grove.

Forever and forever and forever