Do not cry in my grave side

2008-08-06

Whether online or offline, always include one of the most lively discussion on the topic of love and death. Two eternal mystery.

Life just like a meteor, instant brilliant, and then suddenly disappear, leaving only memories. Love, life in a more brilliant colors.

The philosopher said, Life is short, with the pain, just so long. But love, so painful and short life have a happy.

Prague in a quiet alley, I saw such a "crooked" Poetry reminds me of Mr. Shen's sentence:

My life gone through many parts of the road, line many parts of the bridge, seen many of the number of clouds, and tasted many kinds of wine, but only loved a legitimate best age.

Daily hurry living across the graves of their masters, if he pleased? Because people still stop.

Love should be higher than the life and existence, because, love can be "direct teaching Shengsixiangxu"; death, yet will not put an end to true love.

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Do not stand at my grave and weep;

I am not there I do not the sleep.

I am a thousand winds that the 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 a 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 there I did not die.