他的脸是瘦削的，脸色是黑褐色的。眼角和嘴角布满了零乱的皱纹，像一块老柏树皮，喉结也在微微颤动着，好似在说：“我，我能坚持住。”岩浆似的皱纹布满了脸，是因为病痛的折磨而扭曲了。双手放在那里，只是微微颤动。脚也不停抽搐着。但他脸上的笑容并没有凝结，而是充满希望和阳光的！
His face is thin, his face is dark brown. The corners of the eyes and mouth are full of disordered wrinkles, like the bark of an old cypress, and the Adam's apple is quivering slightly, as if to say: "I, I can hold on." Magma like wrinkles are all over the face, distorted by the suffering of illness. The hands were there, only slightly shaking. The feet were twitching. But the smile on his face is not congealed, but full of hope and sunshine!