C89 The Six Desires!(2)

"Brilliant poem!" Machaon's laughter boomed, his robust voice carrying far into the distance.

"Who says that idle pleasures are long forsaken? Each spring returns, and so does the melancholy. Day after day, I drink before the blossoms, never shunning the reflection of my withered beauty.

By the riverbank, green weeds and willows on the levee, I ask of my fresh sorrows