Cheerless is the day, the light under frowning clouds is like a punished child with traces of tears on its pale cheeks, and the cry of the wind is like the cry of a wounded world. But I know I am traveling to meet my Friend.

这一天是不快活的，光在蹙额的云下，如一个被打的儿童，在灰白的脸上留着泪痕，风又叫号着似一个受伤的世界的哭声。但是我知道我正跋涉着去会我的朋友。