The one who abandoned me:
yesterday, who cannot be kept.
The one who distressed me:
today, who gives me much to fret.
Holding up a blade to cut water,
but the water still flows,
Raising a glass to drown sorrows,
but sorrows still remain as sorrows.
Since life in this world is dissatisfactory,
tomorrow morning I shall loosen my hair
and be liberated by a small boat.
── from Quan Tang Shi (Complete Collection of Tang Poems)