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 travelling to meet my Friend.

这一天毫无欢悦，阴云下的光如受罚的孩子，苍白脸颊上留着泪痕；风的呼喊如受伤世界的呼喊。但我知道，我正行向与朋友的相会。