Since Life is but a Dream, Why toil to no avail?
Chinese poet
Since Life is but a Dream, Why toil to no avail?
Chinese poet
From the poem 'A Song of Wine', commonly attributed
c. 701-762 AD (original composition)
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"I could have been a great immortal, but I loved wine too much."
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