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 ?