Cheerless is the day, the light underfrowning clouds is like a punished child with traces of tears on its palecheeks, and the cry of the wind is like the cry of a wounded world. But I knowI am travelling to meet my Friend.
无精打采的一天，云绷着脸，它底下的光有如一个受了责罚，苍白的脸颊上留着泪痕的小孩；风号叫着，像一个受伤的世界的哭声。但我知道自己正游走着去会我的朋友。
