The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever.

  • -- Georg Buchner 毕希纳

死亡的时钟在我们的胸中慢慢地滴答作响,每一滴血都在测量它的时间,我们的生命是一场挥之不去的高烧。

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The recollection of how, when and where it all happened became vague as the lingering strains hung in the rafters of the studio. I wanted to shout back at it, Maybe I didn't write you, but I found you.

随着挥之不去的紧张气氛悬挂在画室的椽子上,一切是如何、何时、何地发生的记忆变得模糊起来。我想大声反驳,也许我没有写信给你,但我找到了你。

For seven years I did very little theatre, and I have to make up some time.

七年来,我很少演戏剧,我得找时间弥补。

Time may smooth the stone, but time will never wear it away.

时间可以磨平石头,但时间永远不会把它磨掉。