In the Leng Yu of endless wintry day, I am rushing about. The air be mingled with of cold cold is worn pluvial moisture, in the lung since a sip, this makes the person mixes body iciness, the tear is in orbit revolve.
在连绵不绝的冬日的冷雨里，我正奔波着。冷冽的空气夹杂着雨的潮湿，一起呷起肺里，这使人混身冰冷，泪在眼眶里打转。
On Saturday in the morning, I finish I am understood not mathematical class, when going toward the home, I am very sad. It is because of what wash newly the shoe is irrigated to appear by rain again, the thing that still says because of the teacher at me character is too abstruse, I do not know.
星期六的上午，我上完一节我听不懂的数学课，往家走的时候，我很难过。是因为新洗的鞋又被雨浇透，还是因为老师讲的东西于我而言过于深奥了，我不知道。
It is red light all the way, in rain, my whats do not think, the sound that rain falls is noisy, listen long also be as dry as a chip. Glasses went up to breathe out, I look clear in front, everything resembles is the color that was smashed piece, be gray. When walking, seem to be able to taste an agonized flavour in air, the tooth chatters.
一路都是红灯，在雨里，我什么也不想，雨落下的声音是聒噪的，听久了也是枯燥的。眼镜上了哈气，我看清前面，一切像是被粉碎了的色块，都是灰色的。走路的时候，空气里好像能尝出苦涩的味道，牙齿是打颤的。
Likelihood this is innocent not be what wedding day, my umbrella is bad. The world before is more unsharpness, because of my tear. I am very angry, but rain flows from broken umbrella, irrigate destroyed my fury. Very cold really. Cold feeling mounts the whole body from wet footgear, the rainwater smolder that is irrigated to fall by pawn again is in the heart. The bag that carrying on the back on the shoulder is to become suddenly heavy it seems that, I what press do not stride a leg, suffocative. I want to cry, perhaps say to want to weep, tear is mixing rainwater to slip from the face below. I share clear where is a tear, where be water, because former be heat, latter is ice. But they are same, where to come from no matter, it is water.
可能这天真不是什么好日子，我的伞坏了。眼前的世界更不清晰了，因为我的眼泪。我很生气，可是雨从坏掉的伞里流进来，浇灭了我的怒火。真的很冷。冷的感觉从湿的鞋袜爬上全身，又被当头浇下的雨水郁积在心里。肩上背着的包似乎是突然变重了，压的我迈不开腿，喘不过气。我想哭，或者说想要流泪，眼泪混着雨水从脸上滑下。我分得清哪里是泪，哪里是水，因为前者是热的，后者是冰的。但它们都一样，不论来自哪儿，都是水。
I cannot think, the feeling in the heart seemed to gobble up sensible organ. The wind cram of wintry month I, know I should be to be in all the time only, forward domestic direction. Reticent sadness goes out from heart pump, as haemal avalanche cerebra and finger tip, down tear, slide, flow, dry up. It is me probably too sensitive, a few bagatelle, let me be in the Leng Yu of wintry day, seem to be being burned.
我无法思考，心里的感受好像吞噬了理智的器官。冬月的风填满了我，只知道我应该是一直在走，朝着家的方向。无言的悲伤从心脏泵出，随着血液涌至大脑和指尖，顺着眼泪，滑落、流尽、干涸。或许是我太敏感了吗，几件小事，让我在冬日的冷雨里，好像被烧着了。
If rain is the cloud is in below today,weep, disappear in water like water. On the road hesitate wasted me too much time, tear worked, remain only again all over wet cold. At the moment I long for warmth, with respect to the person that drown like what just toed disembark, for not merely sadness and sad drown I, I can get the clothes of the Gan Shuang that change a body only, drink a cup of tepid coffee again. Throw away the umbrella, along with mood throws away together. So, come home, now.
如果今天下雨是云在流泪，就像水消失在水里。路上的踌躇浪费了我太多时间，眼泪干了，又只剩下浑身湿冷。此刻我渴求温暖，就像刚上岸的溺水者，为了不只悲伤和难过淹死我，我只能得换身干爽的衣服，再喝一杯温热的咖啡。把伞扔掉，连同情绪一起扔掉。所以，回家吧，就现在。