I know not the sparrow comes
at my open window is the sparrow
I often see,
But comes daily
when my window is not shut.
Chirps for a few seconds till I stare her
Booms for a while till I smile.
Perhaps, tells me, ' I'm also alone.'
'I believe my wings' and 'still I move on.'
Can't welcome her
Perhaps, she feels me hers.
Can't say bye her
Perhaps, she wants to come ever.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem