summerice
summerice

翻山越岭而来的风吹痛脸颊

Do not stand at my grave and weep.   
I'm not there.   
I do not sleep.   
I am a thousand winds that blow.   
I am the diamond glints of snow.   
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.   
I am the gentle autumn's rain.   
Do not stand at my grave and cry.   
I am not there.   
I did not die.