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 traveling to meet my Friend.
让我觉得一震的：the light under frowning clouds is like a punished child
光在皱眉的云朵下，像一个被责骂的孩子
这里光与云朵的关系被拟人为类似母亲与孩子的关系，贴切。
