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 sign. O Troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words. The world puts off its make of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal. It is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom. The mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away. If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars. The sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness? Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night. Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other. 夏天的飛鳥，飛到我的宙前唱歌，又飛去了。 秋天的黃葉，它們沒有什么可唱，只嘆息一聲，飛落在那里。 世界上的一隊小小的漂泊者呀，請留下你們的足印在我的文字里。 世界對著它的愛人，把它浩翰的面具揭下了。 它變小了，小如一首歌，小如一回永恒的接吻。 是大地的淚點，使她的微笑保持著裔春不謝。 無垠的沙漠熱烈追求一葉綠草的愛，她搖搖頭笑著飛開了。如果你因失去了太陽而流淚，那么你也將失去群星了。 跳舞著的流水呀，在你途中的泥沙，要求你的歌聲，你的流動呢。你肯挾癀足的泥沙而俱下么？ 她的熱切的臉，如夜雨似的，攪擾著我的夢魂。 有一次，我們夢見彼此互不相識。 醒了，卻發(fā)現(xiàn)原來我們相親相愛。