Sparrow's twitter From the dawn of Hearing the hassle of Myna This morning Or the Singing Cuckoo Of yesterday afternoon
Read the language of their time When they say it certainly As the Morning Evenings Or mid of the Summer noon
Read their body language When they are sounding Beside window Or playing In the lake water
Draw my attention But I don't understand Completely Assume It is a pester Argue with friends Or by calling the dear At this time, We say that the Spring Or Say any unspoken Dream Seeking through the Bridge That breezing over Heart And The Soul
You invite The spring comes But I do not understand So what are the Give your tunes I sorted the words
Whatever may be the tune Guess again, Or partial But they say We see Hear Their songs Their mother tongue
They pointed out that Indicates Each other To visit the open sky Afield Dance with the wind It also has to Entertained Any pain that may be broken Their heart Playing a melancholy tune
Which refers to the words Of their mother The words Of the Nature Realizes that we ButΒ Β never try to feel with the heart
/ The Language of Birds That we have never tried to feel with the heart /