花易谢,雾易失,梦易逝,云易散,物尤如此,情何以堪?
google: 物尤如此,情何以堪? 是说没有思想的事物都是如此，感情又怎么能承受这种打击呢？ 在不同的语境解释略有不同
Flowers are easy to wither, fog is easy to roll away, dreams are easy to disappear, and clouds are easy to disiplate. I can't even stand seeing things declining, not to mention love.
