A tiny bird on morning's wing,
Sings sweet notes, a fleeting thing.
In the sky, it twirls and dives,
Chasing dreams, where hope survives.
Yet time will whisper, soft and light,
Life's brief song, a fleeting flight.
清晨的翅膀上的一只小鸟,
唱着甜美的音符,转瞬即逝。
在天空中,它旋转和潜水,
追逐梦想,希望在那里生存。
然而,时间会低语,轻柔,
生命的短暂之歌,短暂的飞行。