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.
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 to the ground with a sign.
There is a sign there.
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Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words.
Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my world.
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three
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
four
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile in bloom.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile in bloom.
five
The desert without Yin is burning for the love of a blade of grass, but she shakes her head and flies away with a smile.
The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass.
Shook his head and flew away with a smile.
six
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you will also miss the stars.
If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.
seven
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Would you like to take it with you
The lame man under the sand?
The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing.
Water. Are you willing to bear the burden of lameness?
eight
Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
nine
Once, we dreamed that everyone was a stranger.
When we wake up, we know that we love each other.
Once we dreamed that we were strangers.
We woke up and found that we were dear to each other.
10
Sorrow is hushed into peace in my heart, like the evening arrival in the silent forest.
Sorrow is calm in my heart, like the night arrival on the earth.
Silent trees.
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Some invisible hands, such as a idle micro (wind si 1), are beating in my heart.
Music.
Some unseen fingers, like an idle breeze, are playing on my heart.
Ripple music.
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"What's your language, Hai?"
"This is an eternal question."
"What's your answer, sky?"
"It's eternal silence."
What is your language, sea water?
The language of eternal questions.
What's your answer, sky?
The language of eternal silence.