Stray Birds 198
The cricket’s chirp and the patter of rain come to me through the dark, like the rustle of dreams from my past youth.
— Rabindranath Tagore
蟋蟀的虫鸣声和雨水的淅沥声从幽暗中传来 如同从我那逝去的青春传来的梦中的沙沙声 - Don't Panic!
The cricket’s chirp and the patter of rain come to me through the dark, like the rustle of dreams from my past youth.
— Rabindranath Tagore
蟋蟀的虫鸣声和雨水的淅沥声从幽暗中传来 如同从我那逝去的青春传来的梦中的沙沙声 - Don't Panic!