一个葬礼

“He was my North, my South, my East and West,

My working week and my Sunday rest,

My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;

I thought that love would last for ever; I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;

Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;

Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood,

For nothing now can ever come to any good.”

在那个葬礼上的发言，感人至深。

能够把另一个人这么刻骨铭心记录在自己心里，生活里。是件很幸运的事情吧。