1STRAY 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.2O TROUPE of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.3THE world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover.It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.4IT is the tears of the earth that keep her smiles in bloom.5THE mighty desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.6IF you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.7HE sands in your way beg for your song and your movement, dancing water. Will you carry the burden of their lameness?8HER wistful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.9ONCE we dreamt that we were strangers.We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.