You go up in the meadow with respect to such sit quietly, from my a bit far place. I am looking at you with canthus, your what word also nevers mention it. The language is misapprehensive germ. But, everyday, you can sit a few nearlier from me...
你就這樣靜坐在草地上，離我稍遠(yuǎn)的地方。我用眼角瞅著你，你什么話也別說。語言是誤會(huì)的根源。但是，每天，你可以坐得離我近一些……
悲傷不會(huì)改變你，黑茲爾。它揭示了你。