Lament for White Hair

White, like snow on the mountain peak.
White, like the moon between clouds.
I hear you have another love.
I have come that we might say goodbye.
Today let us share a last cup of wine,
and tomorrow at dawn walk by the canal.
Walk together beside the royal canal
where the waters stretch east and west.
How sad it is, ah, how sad.
A girl who marries learns she must not weep;
she only hopes to find a man who is true,
who will not leave her though her hair turn white.
How slender, how delicate the bamboo stems,
as the tails of fish strike against the water.
In a man, value a true spirit.
What use can money ever be?