夏天的飞鸟，
飞到我的窗前唱歌，
又飞去了。
秋天的黄叶，
它们没有什么可唱，
只叹息一声，
飞落在那里。
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. 2i6EzePJA6t1baPSB2XWjFXYalye5m/Sig5z0rS9Qg6sSssL84DQe8bCojItP0cM
