Is there a poem similar to "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried in the coming night"?

"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."

Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets.

When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

But I looked home, the twilight was getting thicker, and the river waves were filled with sad mist.

Helpless, let the flowers fall, deja vu, Yan is back-which means you can't keep good things.

Ghosts and gods live long, but they still have time.