Today I got a book from my friend Wendy. It’s a very special one because it collects the epitaphs. I think the epitaphs in some English-specking countries are more interesting and meaningful. And you would never connect it with death.

The rarest quality in an epitaph is truth. Let’s see what’s written down on the gravestone:

 

John Charles Goldsmith

[Buckinghamshire, England]

Do not stand at my grave and weep

I’m not here, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning’s hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I’m not here, I do not die.

So heed, hear, when you awaken, what I say.

I live with you and guard your way.

(When I first read this, I felt I have seen a nice person smiling in front of me, and telling me that death doesn’t seem the way it is. I think he must had gone with great gratification for the last moment in world because he still cares about others. His life is taken away, but his spirit will live on…)

 

Jonathan Mooers

[Nantucket, Massachusetts, USA 1815]

To die, is but to live forever.

( This is truth, you’ll be remembered by people and nothing can be taken away from you after death. But you are not gone, because your body can be absorbed by the land and that you’ll be with us forever, but just with different face.)

 

 Adin N. French

Gone home.

[Dummerstone, Vermont, USA 1855]

(This is the shortest epitaph that I found on this book. But it reminds me the original form of us. We are called the love-crystal at first when we are in the fluid form and that’s quite different from what we seemed right now. Death, but a time to get back to where we belong. Let us sleep with our great mother land, to guard our love…)

 

Edward and Mabel Courtenay

(died 1419 of plague)

What we gave, we have;

What we spent, we had;

What we left, we lost.

(Great words. Try to get your dreams come true, for life won’t come to us for the second time and if you lose it, it’ll never come back.)

 

 

I want to say sorry to the friends who have visisted my blog and left the moving words here. Now it's the end of may, What have i done during may? I cannot recall, for nothing can remind me. That's why i decided to keep diary from now on. I am not going to keep down the boring routine things, because it only reflects my status.

 

I talk with a guy, i said i want to find out how other people living in this world. Even his answer does not match my question. Here's how he replys me:" Girl, life is very complicated for you to understand, and i would like to remind you to live in a simple life than thinking too much."

 

Is life too complicated or the people too complicated to understand? I am confused.