The world has kissed my soul with its pain,asking for its return in songs.
在上下班的地铁上一字一句地读,寥寥人生,可求告慰。
忧思在我的心里平静下来,正如暮色降临在寂静的山林中。
她的热切的脸,如夜晚的雨水,萦绕在我的梦中。
夏天的飞鸟,飞到我的窗前唱歌,又飞走了。
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 come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of auturm, which have no songs, fhutter and fall there with a sign.