Classic Poem

Woodland flowers lose their vernal color
Too soon, all too soon!
How can they stand
Heartless evening blasts and chill rain at dawn?

Rouged tears, how they make one linger and drink one's fill;
Rosy blossoms, when will they reappear?
Regret, long-lasting, this life of ours —
A river of melancholy waters
That ever eastward flows.