“Tonight a pair of cooing doves under red bridal curtains,
Tomorrow a heap of bleached bones like those of yesteryear.
[…]
One moment we grieve over a short-lived friend,
The next we are ourselves overtaken by death.”

Source: Dream of the Red Chamber (1958), p. 14

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