在这样的日子里,实在不知道该说点什么。
借用一首英文诗,纪念已故的骄阳。
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I'm not there.
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints of snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there.
I did not die.