Daydream bleak written by Su Shi
Thank you, Sarah!
Ten years living and dead have drawn apart
I do nothing to remember
But I cannot 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 cannot speak
Your face is streaked by endless tears
Year after year must they break my heart
These moonlit nights? That low pine grave?
God, this is hard… I am half bucket full in both. Andy you can be my Chinese teacher. 🙂
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