Have you not seen - that the waters of the Yellow River come from upon Heaven, surging into the ocean, never to return again; Have you not seen - in great halls' bright mirrors, they grieve over white hair, at dawn like black threads, by evening becoming snow. In human life, accomplishment must bring total joy, do not allow an empty goblet to face the moon. Heaven made me... Beginning of the classical poem 将进酒 ("Bring in the Wine")