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 star-shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry,

I am not there; I did not die.

They Always Come True

It was just like Silent said.

That all-too-familiar voice.

The same words the same actions.

I promised that I wouldn’t harm him.

I promised a lot of things.

Past Lives

Yuki's angry at me. I think I can understand why, I understand now, anyway. I've been trying to get her to open up, and I know she wants me to trust her. I want to trust her too. So I finally managed to weasel a little of her past out. Obviously, she's not going to let me go and tell you all her life story.

According to her, it shouldn't matter anyway. As she said, all of that was lost a while ago. In my opinion, she wouldn't be so adamant about hiding if it really didn't matter.

To be honest, though, some of you already know her past.