Stray Birds 1

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 sigh.
— Rabindranath Tagore

仲夏的飞鸟来到我的窗前歌唱   又轻轻离去
晚秋的黄叶没有歌声   在一声叹息中飘零
- Don't Panic!