I'm looking for a man's poem about the helplessness of life, and I'm looking for a man's poem about the helplessness of life.

Seeking a poem about a man who is full of helplessness in life and wants to leave but is a bit reluctant to do so:

The Songs of Water and Songs - When will the bright moon be there

(Song) Su Shi

Mid-Autumn Festival in the year of the Bicentennial, I was drunk for the whole day, and I wrote this piece, and I also remembered Ziyu.

When will the bright moon come?

I don't know what year it is in the heavenly palace.

I want to go home on the wind, but I'm afraid that the jade buildings are

higher than cold.

It's not like I'm on earth!

Turning to the jade pavilion and the low ceiling, I can't sleep.

There should be no hate, why do things always turn to the other side of the round?

There is no such thing as a good time, and there is no such thing as a good time, and there is no such thing as a good time, and there is no such thing as a good time, and there is no such thing as a good time.

But I wish you a long life, a thousand miles of **** Canyuan Juan.