Farewell song at Suzhou Gate

I’m getting too old for leaving home; my gray head bows under gray clouds. I don’t hear from my old friends and my friends at work have too much to do. Only you have come to sing for me, and you’ll miss me when I’m gone. As I leave your song fades and a cool drizzle gets my face wet. Don’t dry your tears with a handkerchief; let them stain your silk shirt. The stains will show you missed me when we meet again.