The little yellow birds,
Do they cry for me,
Or do they cry with happiness?
They look down on me with tiny eyes,
Do they see my tears?
They seem to flutter by so carelessly,
Do they hope I have some seeds?
They land beside me without any fear,
Do they see my tears?
There is the open sky where a warm breeze blows,
Still the birds stay close by me.
Do they want some hair to make a nest for spring,
Or do they want to dry my tears?
