That which ends in exhaustion is death, but the perfect ending is in the endless.
终止于衰竭是“死亡”，但“圆满”却终止于无穷。

The sun has his simple robe of light. The clouds are decked with gorgeousness.
太阳只穿一件朴素的光衣，白云却披了灿烂的裙裾。

The hills are like shouts of children who raise their arms, trying to catch stars.
山峰如群儿之喧嚷，举起他们的双臂，想去捉天上的星星。

The road is lonely in its crowd for it is not loved.
道路虽然拥挤，却是寂寞的，因为它是不被爱的。

The power that boasts of its mischiefs is laughed at by the yellow leaves that fall, and clouds that pass by.
权势以它的恶行自夸，落下的黄叶与浮游的云片却在笑它。