一首诗，一些碎片
千风只歌
请不要佇立在我坟前哭泣
我不在那裡 我没有沉睡在那里
化为千风 我已化身为千缕微风
翱翔在无限宽广的天空裡
秋天 化身为阳光照射在田地间
冬天 化身为白雪绽放钻石光芒
晨曦升起时 幻化为飞鸟轻声唤醒你
夜幕低垂时 幻化为星辰温柔守护你
请不要佇立我坟前哭泣
我不在那裡 我没有离开人间
化为千风 我已化身为千缕微风
翱翔在无限宽广的天空裡
化为千风 我已化身为千缕微风
翱翔在无限宽广的天空裡
Do not stand at my grave and weep
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 you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.