Cheerless is the day,the light under frowning clouds is like a punishied child with traces of tears on its pale cheeks,and the cry of the wind is like the cry of a wounded world.

• 这是惨淡的一天，光在紧蹙的云下，像一个被处罚的孩子，苍白的脸上缀着泪珠；风的哀号，像一个受伤世界的啼哭。