有些情绪无需刻意忘记，兴许不经意间，它们就会化作记忆的羽毛，随风飘散，只在天空里留下浅浅的一道彩虹，纵然还能看到苦乐参半的痕迹。

祝你有个好梦，goodnight

化为千风
　　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.

感觉就像堕入无边黑暗，记得过去的欢颜，深刻，清晰，所以才痛的彻底。