月下花柔獨自愁,
窮究丹葯見皓首,
空度終生無成事,
死後只餘白骷髏.
Under the moon, soft flowers weep alone in sorrow’s shroud,
In quest of elixirs, white hair shows efforts proud.
A lifetime spent in vain pursuits, no true deeds to name,
In death, a mere white skeleton, left as memory’s claim.
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