Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circling flight. I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die.
Gintoki Sakata sung it better.
UnwantedJSan 3 months ago
Choc576 4 months ago
This is a horrible recording because you video it from a television
MrVuHNguyen 6 months ago