Do not stand at my grave and weep
I’m not there I do not sleep
I'm a thousand winds that blow
I'm the diamond glints of snow
I'm the sunlight on ripened grain
I'm the gentle autumn’s rain
Do not stand at my grave and cry
I'm not there I did not die
I like dreaming. I always dream about happy ending story, two person live happily ever after. But life is the opposite...It doesn't work that way...Maybe not my time yet...I hope...