天氣很冷，窩在溫暖的被子裡不想動。洗衣機裡的衣服不得不晾，抱著洗衣籃到頂樓，啊，原來是陽光燦爛的好天氣呢！躺了許久的身軀在厚厚的冬衣下，顯得很笨重，舉動遲緩。想到不久前和人的對話，嗯，近來，話越來越少，也越來越沒有開口說話的欲望，像久居廣寒宮中的小兔子，不是嫦娥，是小小的那一隻，搓搓手啊搓搓腳，看看藍色的星球，無言。心思都沈澱到大海的深處去了，滄海月明，珠有淚。化為千風，日語的，中文的，粵語的，台語的，都好聽呢。

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 sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awake in the morning bush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.