Grief by Tom Sharp

In my dream, you weren’t dead but you didn’t recognize me since now my hair is white like frost whereas yours will never change. I try not to dwell on your distant grave but denying it leaves only memories of you, combing your black hair by the window of our little room.

江城子 by 苏轼 (Su Shi)

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。夜来幽梦忽还乡，小轩窗，正梳妆。相顾无言，惟有泪千行。料得年年肠断处，明月夜，短松冈。