The bright moon slowly, slowly rises,
the green mountains slowly, slowly descend.
The flowering branches slowly, slowly redden,
the spring colors slowly, slowly fade.
My salary slowly, slowly increases,
my teeth slowly, slowly fall out,
my lover's waist slowly, slowly expands,
my complexion slowly, slowly ages.

We are low in society
in the days of our greatest health,
our pleasure comes when we are no longer young.
The Goddess of Good Luck
and the Dark Lady of Bad Luck
are with us every step we take.
Even heaven and earth are imperfect
and human society is full of ups and downs.
Where do we look for real happiness?
—Bow humbly, and ask
the Masters of Taoist Arts.