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。世界上的一队小小的漂泊者呀,请留下你们的足印在我的文字里。世界对着它的爱人,把它浩翰的面具揭下了。它变小了,小如一首歌,小如一回永恒的接吻。 The birds of the summer flew to my window to sing and flew again. The yellow leaves of autumn, they have nothing to sing. They sigh and flutter there. A small team of drifters in the world, please leave your footprints in my text. The world lifted its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes smaller, like a song, as small as an eternal kiss.