夏天的飞鸟，飞到我窗前唱歌，又飞去了。秋天的黄叶，他们没有什麽可唱的，只是叹息一声，飞落在那里。
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.
一个人首先是物质的东西，容易撕裂，不容易修补。