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.
(偉霖)
從孤愁到執著，再到虛空與死亡，層層遞進令人感慨。
執著於虛妄的追求，是否真能帶來意義？
Under the moon, soft flowers fade in
lonely gloom,
In quest of elixirs, white hair crowns the years,
A lifetime lost to dreams that never bloom,
In death, a skeleton lies bare with silent tears.
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