A single yellowed leaf –
Calendar, notepad, wood? -
I lost my source a long time ago,
Having broken away once in the Middle Kingdom.
He will dodge the janitor's broom,
It will not go limp under the rains and snows –
It will smile widely at the distant stars,
Flying through the universe in circles.
It will not become any more colorless or drier
In the alien and dank depths –
Cleanses the soul with loneliness,
But he longs for his family and loved ones.
It's true-he's a little shy.,
Only it is necessary to look carefully –
He will open his hand trustingly,
And on it lies a warm heart.
Oh, how strange-on an ordinary piece of paper
And even the poor heart is cramped:
The lines are randomly written down –
It's a verse, or maybe a new song.
You fly, fly, yellow-winged leaf,
Like a paper airplane, like a bird –
Yes whisper to the only sweet soul
About Love through time and borders …