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 ?