Don't sing sad songs for me;
Don't plant roses on my head,
There are no shady cypresses;
Be the green grass above my head
There are showers and dewdrops wet;
Forget it if you want.
I won't see the shadows,
I can't feel the rain;
I won't hear the nightingale
Sing as if in pain;
Dreaming in the twilight
Neither rising nor falling,
Maybe I'll remember,
Maybe I will forget.
-Christina Rossetti?]
When I die, dear,
Don't sing sad songs for me;
I don't need roses on my grave,
No need for shady cypress trees;
Let the green grass cover me,
Rain dew;
Please remember me if you like,
If you like, forget me.
I will never see the shadow of the earth again,
Can't feel the sweetness of rain and dew;
I'll never hear the nightingale again,
Pour out sad tears in the dark,
Depressed in the long twilight;
The sun doesn't rise, and it doesn't need to fade.
I may, maybe I remember you,
I may, I may forget.
-translated by Xu Zhimo