Written at the First Sign of White Hair about the Pomegranate I Planted by Liu Tsung-yüan

It’s been a few years since I planted this sweet thing
my cheeks aren’t the same as its blooms anymore
henceforth I won’t speak of spring anymore
looking at this old bush then this old man

translated by Red Pine

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