"Years have wings, my dear, like birds flying from the palm of your hand. Autumn has come and the cranes' cries are taking off under the sky...

"Years have wings, my dear, like birds flying from the palm of your hand. Autumn has come and the cranes' cries are taking off under the sky. The birch tree drops its leaves into the crisp day and at night stars rain from the starry sky. Come, let's gather what summer gave, taste the sweetness of the ...