2005年 04月 21日 ( 1 )

千の風になって

"Do not stand at my greave and weep"

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep
I am in a thousand winds that blow
I am the softly falling snow
I am the gentle showers of rain
I am the fields of ripening grain
I am in the morning hush
I am in the graceful rush
Of beautiful birds in circling flight
I am the starshine of the night
I am in the flowers that bloom
I am in a quiet room
I am in the birds that sing
I am in the each lovely thing
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I am not there I do not die


Words by Mary Frye
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by toranoo0812 | 2005-04-21 00:00 | 日常生活