Chiang chen tzu
Ten years living and dead have drawn apartI do nothing to remember
But I can not forget
Your lonely grave a thousand miles away ...
Nowhere can I talk of my sorrow -
-Even if we met, how would you know me
My face full of dust
My hair like snow?I
n the dark of night, a dream:
suddenly, I am home
You by the window
Doing your hair
I look at you and can not speak
Your face is streaked by endless tears
Year after year must they break my heart
These moonlit nights?That low pine grave?
Su Shi
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