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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.
这一天是悲伤的,
阳光在蹙额的云下
像个被责骂的孩子
它苍白的脸颊上
流着两道泪痕,
哭的是风
却又像极了
一个伤痕累累的世界
啜泣与呻吟。
但是
我知道
我正在前行
去遇见我的朋友。
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