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.
As a retort to the frequent and unwelcome question "What are you working on at the moment?": Same notes, different…