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.