Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh. 夏日的飞鸟来到我窗前 歌 笑 翩跹 消失在我眼前 秋天的黄叶一直在窗前
《飞鸟集》
印度 . 泰戈尔