Thoughts at Random

Another day comes after another night.
Another evening follows the morning;
And my look's change with the days;
I am not so spirited as I was once.
Because the fire has need inside me,
My body is now burned out;
But the search for truth—it has no
end;
All our wisdom is but very small
I am only afraid it can not be long
Before my life blows out with the wind.
To live is like going on thin ice.
O. Who can understand all that [unclear: perturbs] an old man?

—By Yuan Chi. 210-263 A.N.