The hundred flowers wither,
When spring comes,
The hundred flowers bloom.
One thing after another,
Life passes before our eyes,
Old age comes from above.
Don’t think that all flowers fall
As spring ends,
In the courtyard last night
A plum branch bloomed.
- Vien Chieu (909-1091)
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