Finally, as our time on the island was running out, the longed-for light swept across the valley and the chatter of my Nikon motor drive echoed off the hills.
Miss the season's flowers, swept over the valley, enveloped you and I, and blessed is the boundless concern, overflow the eyes, until bottom of my heart.
思念是一季的花香，漫过山谷，笼罩你我，而祝福是无边的关注，溢出眼睛，直到心底。
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Often, only huts in the valley could accommodate me for the night and I would ask myself before going to sleep whether I could see the sun next morning other than be swept away by the landslide.