没有寂寞一说，也习惯沉默。

Have another for fine day.
The inside in the garden stem lives son.
morning fog alreade dissipation,
The hummingbird flies up the flower petal of honeysuckle.
Have no thing me to think sharing for oneself has in the world ,
Also have no anyone to deserve me to resent profoundly;
Various miseries that that body is subjected to I forget already,
Still the same old me thought even if also I am embarrassed,
No longer consider body to create a pain,
I start pretty, the front is a blue ocean, ordering white cloth .

礼物。