No word from the front by Tom Sharp

I wake up alone and remember you are gone. Willows lose their leaves year after year. There’s been no word from northern front. The sun sets over ancient tombs.

忆秦娥 by 李白 (Li Bai)

箫声咽，秦娥梦断秦楼月。秦楼月，年年柳色，灞陵伤别。乐游原上清秋节，咸阳古道音尘绝。音尘绝，西风残照，汉家陵阙。