Ten years now, since death did us part. Not thinking too much, But how can I ever forget! A lone grave a thousand miles away, Nowhere can I pour out my sorrow. Even if we met, you wouldn't know me: Face covered with dust, Temples hoary like frost. The other night in a lingering dream I was home again. By the window of the small chamber You were doing your hair. Face to face now, but unable to utter a word-- Only teardrops kept rolling down. Well do I remember the spot where our hearts broke: A bright moon-lit night, A mound of stunted pines.
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