This poem is Tagore's most precious and profound wisdom. Although I like to interpret it as: there are no traces of wings in the sky, but birds have flown. However, the meaning and rhyme are the same. What I want to express is a way of seeing the world. Sad years always inspire Tagore's creation, as Tagore wrote: "The world runs on the strings of an indecisive heart and plays melancholy music. The world rushes over the strings of the heart and plays melancholy music. However, Tagore also embraced, respected and loved life, nature and everything.
Just like after the storm, in the early summer morning, I opened the bedroom window and saw a cool and clear morning. ..................................................................................................................................................