Chiang chen tzu Ten years living and dead have drawn apart I 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?
In 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? 江 城 子 十年生死两茫茫 不思量 自难忘 千里孤坟 无处话凄凉 纵使相逢应不识 尘满面 鬓如霜
