Sorrow makes white hair grow old, and laughter makes the world of mortals grow old
Sorrow urges white hair and grey face to grow old. Laugh at the long years of the world of mortals. Don’t sigh that youth has gone with the water, and why doesn’t it matter if the green silk is dyed with snow. Laugh at how many things in the world of mortals, worry about adding a little frost to white hair, and green silk is already a beautiful dream.