Stray Birds
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 sigh.
Stray Birds
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 sigh.
It is better to make your own mistakes than to copy someone else's
Never read any book that is not a year old.
It is high time for me to put an end to your sitting in this place, which you have dishonored…