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 words.
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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.
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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.
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The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass.
Shook his head and flew away with a smile.
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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.
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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?
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Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
Her eager face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.
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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.
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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 unseen hands, like an idle breeze, are playing on my heart.
Gurgling 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?"
"The language of eternal questions."
"What's your answer, sky?"
"The language of eternal silence."
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Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world with which it makes love to you.
Listen, my heart, to the whispers of the world, it is talking.
Say hello to you.
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The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-it is great. But the illusion of knowledge is like morning.
Heavy fog.
The mystery of creation is like the darkness of night-it is great.
The illusion of knowledge is like the fog in the morning.
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Don't let your love sit on a cliff just because it is high.
Don't seat your love on a cliff just because it is high.
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I sit at my window this morning where the world like a passer-by stops for a moment, nods to me and goes.
Yes
I sit at my window this morning where the world stops like a passer-by.
After a while, he nodded to me and left.
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These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; They whispered happily in my heart.
These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves; They have theirs.
A happy whisper in my heart.
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You can't see yourself, all you see is your own shadow.
You can't see yourself, all you see is your shadow.
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My wishes are fools, they shout across your song, God.
Let me hear it.
My wishes are fools, they shout across your song, Lord.
Let me listen.
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I can't choose the best.
It's the best choice for me.
I can't choose the best.
The best choice is me.
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Those who carry the lamp on their backs cast their shadows in front.
Those who carry lamps cast their shadows in front of them.
Their backs.
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My existence is a permanent magic for me, and this is life.
My existence is a permanent surprise, and this is life.
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"We rustling leaves have voices to answer the wind and rain. Who are you, so silent? "
"I'm just a flower."
"We, rustling leaves, have a voice in response to the storm.
But who are you so silent? "
"I'm just a flower."
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Rest is to work what eyelids are to eyes.
Rest belongs to work as eyelids belong to eyes.
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Man is a newborn child, and his strength is the strength of growth.