Classic Poem

My love, like my hair, is pure,
Frosty white like the snow on the mountain
Bright and white like the moon amid the clouds.
But I have discovered.
You are of a double mind
We have come to the breaking point
Today we pledged each other
In a goblet of wine
Tomorrow I will walk alone
Beside the moat,
And watch the cold water
Flow-East and West,
Lonely, mournful
In the bitter weather
Why should marriage bring only tears?
All I wanted was a man
With a single heart,
And we would stay together
As our hair turned white,
Not somebody always after wriggling fish
With his big bamboo rod
The integrity of a loyal man.
Is beyond the value of money.