秋夜獨坐 - 王维
Sitting Alone on an Autumn Night - Wang Wei
I sit alone grieving my white hair,
it’s late at night in this empty room.
Outside in the rain mountain fruits fall,
and under lights grasshoppers sing.
White hair will never again turn black,
and immortality cannot be achieved.
There’s only one cure for sickness and old age:
the study of that which does not change.