Su Dongpo?s lyric, to the tune Jiang Cheng Zi.
Ten years, living and dead, separated in boundless distance; though I do not think of you, I cannot forget.
Your lonely grave lies a thousand li away, and there is nowhere to speak my sorrow.
Even if we met, you would not know me: dust covers my face, my temples are like frost.
Last night in a dim dream I returned home; by the small window, you were combing your hair.
We looked at one another without words, only a thousand streams of tears.
I imagine the place of yearly heartbreak: a moonlit night, the short-pine ridge.
Inscription to be completed.