“Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When 你 awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the 迅速, 斯威夫特 uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.”

(author unknown) 发布 ·2个月前