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.
　　
世界对着它的爱人，把它浩翰的面具揭下了。它变小了，小如一首歌，小如一回永恒的接吻。　　
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.

无垠的沙漠热烈追求一叶绿草的爱，她摇摇头笑着飞开了。　　
The mighty desert is burning for the love of a bladeof grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.

　　
她的热切的脸，如夜雨似的，搅扰着我的梦魂。　　
Her wishful face haunts my dreams like the rain at night.

有一次，我们梦见大家都是不相识的。我们醒了，却知道我们原是相亲相爱的。　　
Once we dreamt that we were strangers. We wake up to find that we were dear to each other.