The living is a passing traveler; The dead, a man come home.
Heaven is high, Earth Wide. Bitter between them flies my sorrow.
To find pleasure in life, make the most of the spring.
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.
Forever and forever and forever
In a universe animated by the interaction of yin (female) and yang (male) energies, the moon was literally yin visible. Indeed, it was the very germ or source of yin, and the sun was its yang counterpart.