I Ride My Carriage
- Poetry of Anonymous

I ride my carriage on my journey backward;

Far,far stretches the way onward.

When I look around the country path,

East winds are blowing at the weeds and grass.

The scenes no longer look what used to be;

True indeed how swiftly time will flee!

There is a rise and fall to things on earth;

A pity if man does not confirm his worth.

A man differs from the metal or stone

In that he has a short lifespan of his own.

When he dies,nothing will remain 

But lasting reputation of his name.