Mournful Song

Life is sad and painful, and we cry for a long time. Youth is guiltless, the clouds and fog have gone, and the twists and turns of life, how to live it, is it sadness or joy, the gods have their own will. Youth is like a bowl of salty water, salty and will disappear at any time. What slowly goes away is the fog, and what remains in the bowl are pieces of salt. . . . .