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 to the ground with a sign.
Troupe of little vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words.
Troupe of vagrants of the world, please leave your footprints in my words.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to its lover. It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
The world puts off its mask of vastness to those who love it.
It becomes small as one song, as one kiss of the eternal.
It is the tears of the earth that keep her smile in bloom.
It is the tears of the earth that make her smile never fade.
The boundless desert is burning for the love of a blade of grass who shakes her head and laughs and flies away.
The boundless desert longs for the love of a blade of grass. The grass shook its head, smiled and drifted away.
Let this be my last word, and that is to believe in your love.
"I believe in your love." Let this be my last word.