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 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.
“海水呀，你说的是什么？”
“是永恒的疑问。”
“天空呀，你回答的话是什么？”
“是永恒的沉默。”
What language is thine, o sea?
The language of eternal question.
What language is thy answer, o sky?
The language of eternal silence.
那些把灯背在背上的人，把他们的影子投到了自己前面。
They throw their shadows before them who carry their lantern on their back.
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