The eye is the window of one's spirit.
眼睛是心灵的窗口.
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.
迷途的鸟儿来到我的窗户上唱歌又飞走.而秋日的黄叶,它没有唱,只是安静的飘落,含着轻轻的叹息（泰戈尔）.