夏天的飞鸟,飞到我的窗前唱歌,又飞去了。秋天的黄叶,它们没有什么可唱,只叹息一声,飞落在那里。stray birds of summer e to my window to sing and fly away.and yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fallthere with a sign.2世界上的一队小小的漂泊者呀,请留下你们的足印在我的文字里。o troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.3世界对着它的爱人,把它浩翰的面具揭下了。...