Why am I so depressed?

Man's life is like the morning mushroom.

Who can bear, in a few dozen years,

To see new friends and old all gone away? 

Thinking of this, I am filled with sadness,

A sadness I can hardly endure.

What shall I do? Say, what shall I do?

Take this old body home and hide it in the mountains!

 

Hanshan

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