Immortals Are No Match for Mortals

A thousand years of grudges, a myriad of years to rest. So much becomes no more than a laughing matter.

What does it matter if one is an immortal or a mortal? In the end, it is all but Zhuang Zhou's dream of becoming a butterfly.

Looking back along the road I came, all that remains is a cup of rough wine, and nothing else matters.

There is no need to fight over fate. Even the finest immortal wine cannot drive away sorrow!