一首小诗， 概括心情。

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 sunlight on ripened grain

I am the gentle autum rain

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

I am the soft stars that shine at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry

I am not there. I did not die.

 

PS, do not watch 'the damned love', sad.