For ten years, the living roves and the dead stays.

十年生死两茫茫！

　　I don’t think about you often,

不思量，

　　yet cannot forget you either.

自难忘。

With your grave a thousand miles away,

千里孤坟，

　　where can I tell my loneliness?

无处话凄凉。

Even if we met, how could you recognize me,

纵使相逢应不识，

　　with dust all over my face

尘满面，

　　and hair like frost?

鬓如霜。

夜来幽梦忽还乡。

Last night in a dream I suddenly returned home.

小轩窗，

　　By a little window,

正梳妆。

　　you were making yourself up.

相顾无言，

We looked at each other in silence,

惟有泪千行。

　　with tears coursing down our cheeks.

料得年年肠断处，

I can envisage every year the heart-breaking place:

明月夜，

　　the moon shines at night

短松冈。

　　on the mound of short pines.