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 sign.