翻山越岭而来的风吹痛脸颊

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.