Punished child with traces of tears on its pale cheeks, and the cry of the wind is like the cry of a wounded world.

• 这一天是不快活的。光在蹙额的云下,如一个被责打的儿童,灰白的脸上留着泪痕;风又号叫着,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。