A poem about new love versus old love.

A night of eternal struggle, the new sorrow of old faces. -Excerpted from Liu's New Year's Eve in the Ming Dynasty.

The full text is: how many suddenly, my hair has gone gray. Hanging on the ground, the Tao is between waste and prosperity. A night of eternal struggle, the new sorrow of old faces. Family talk about you, drinking and talking at night. -Liu's New Year's Eve in the Ming Dynasty

It means that we have been fighting for this New Year's Eve for thousands of years, but we have replaced our old faces with new worries.