THE sky is low, the clouds are mean
A travelling flake of snow
Across a barn or through a rut
Debates if it will go

A narrow wind complains all day
How some one treated him
Nature, like us, is sometimes caught
Without her diadem

天低又复云暗，
飞过雪花一片。
穿越车辙马圈，
去留择决艰难。

谁人这样待风，
令其整天抱怨。
自然犹如我等，
时常没戴皇冠。