The morning heat had already soaked through the walls, rising up from the floor like a ghost of summers past.

  • -- Erik Tomblin 埃里克·汤布林

早晨的热气已经渗透过墙壁,从地板上升起,就像夏日的幽灵。

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He had written my mother once that he wanted her to be the first thing he saw every morning and the last thing he ever saw. And that's how it turned out.

他曾给我母亲写过一封信,说他想让她成为他每天早晨看到的第一件事,也是他见到的最后一件事。结果就是这样。

Every night when I go to bed, I hope that I may never wake again, and every morning renews my grief.

每天晚上,当我上床睡觉的时候,我希望我永远不会醒来,每天早晨我的悲伤都在重演。