Turn into a Thousand Winds

Do not stand at my grave and weep Please don't stand at my grave and cry I am not there, I do not sleep I wasn't there, I didn't fall asleep I am a thousand winds that blow I am the stirring wind, thousands of threads I am the diamond glints on snow I am a diamond in the snow, shining brightly I am the sunlight on ripened grain I am the warm sunshine, close to the rice I am the gentle autumn's rain I am the drizzle in autumn, gentle and gentle When yu awaken in the morning hush When you wake up to the peace of the morning I am the swift up lift rush I am unrestrained with soaring passion Of quiet birds in circled flight In the quiet circling of birds I am the soft stars that shine at night I am the bright and gentle stars again Do not stand at my grave and cry Please don't stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I did not die I'm not there, I'm not gone. Where did the deceased go? Maybe they turned into wind or snow, fell into the night sky and became a star, or perched outside the window and became a bird. But they and their love never leave, just like this little poem says: I have not rested, I have never left. So please don't cry at my grave. Because the person who least wants to see you cry is me. Dazai, Odasaku, kind regards Purpose: Learn to redeem yourself