Never think I am dead,
I will be alive for what I did.
I will move around as the winds blow,
I will make glits on the snow.
I will dance on the golden coloured grain,
I will give feather touch during the rain.
If you wake up early in the morning,
I will make sound as like as whispering.
If the birds circling in the sky,
I won't give you chance to cry.
I will shine in the sky at night,
My memories will make your eyes bright
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