What follows the way of Heaven prospers and what goes against it perishes. - Wang Chi-chen

Careful as we may be with our sons,
We cannot be certain they will not turn bandits and thieves.
We would all bring up our daughters to be ladies,
But who can say that they will not end up in courtesans' quarters?

Tonight a pair of cooing doves under red bridal curtains,
Tomorrow a heap of bleached bones like those of yesteryear.
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One moment we grieve over a short-lived friend,
The next we are ourselves overtaken by death.

What bustle and confusion, as one set of actors exits and another enters,
Each taking the illusory for the real.