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!
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!