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

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

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

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