libai Do you not see the Yellow River come from the sky, Rushing into the sea and ne'er come back？ Do you not see the mirrors bright in chambers high Grieve o'er your snow-white hair though once it was silk-black? When hopes are won, Oh! Drink your fill in high delight, And never leave your wine-cup empty in moonlight. Heaven has made us talents, we're not made in vain. A thousand gold coins spent, more will turn up again. Kill a cow, cook a sheep and let us merry be, And drink...