请别站在我的墓前哭泣
05-01
Do not stand at my grave and cry
—Mary Elizabeth Frye
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I’m not here．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 autumn rain．
When you awaken in the morning’S hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight．
I am the soft stars that shine at night．
Do not stand at my grave and cry，
I am not here．I do not die．
So heed，hear，when you awaken，what I say．
I live with you and guard your way．