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.
夏天的飞鸟,飞到我窗前唱歌,又飞去了。秋天的黄叶,他们没有什麼可唱的,只是叹息一声,飞落在那里。
通往伟大歌剧的荣耀之路没有捷径。
The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today.