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.
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.
2这是个不快活的日子，光在皱眉的云下，如一个被处罚的孩子，苍白的脸上留着泪痕，风又号叫着，好似受伤的世界的哭声。