Only him, this Siddhartha, I have found to be like this.

只有他，这个悉达多，我发现是这样的。

Also, Siddhartha's previous births were no past, and his death and his return to Brahma was no future.

此外，悉达多的前世不是过去，他的死和回归梵天也不是未来。

When she received the first news of Siddhartha's disappearance, she went to the window, where she held a rare singing bird captive in a golden cage.

当她收到悉达多失踪的第一个消息时， 她走到窗前， 在金笼子里圈养了一只珍稀的歌唱鸟。

Like a veil, like a thin mist, tiredness came over Siddhartha, slowly, getting a bit denser every day, a bit murkier every month, a bit heavier every year.

慢慢地笼罩着悉达多， 一天比一天浓一点， 一个月比一个月阴沉一点， 一年比一年重一点。