這個世界不平等，所以我們作夢。 　無私的天真在煙雲中消失盡　夢境的逝去在蘆笛中蔓延起　美好是因為克服美好的恐懼　美好是因為無視美好的逝去

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A  THOUSAND  WINDS                      

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 autumn's rain.

When you awake in the morning bush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die. 

 

 

 

 

不知作者的英詩，中文翻譯有很多版本。我沒找到我最喜歡的那個版本。

原文或許比較好。