Ask for a foreign poem. The style of this poem is strange. It seems to have something to do with birds, but it's not Poe's crow ... it's shorter.

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.