After that I could never pass a dead man without stopping to gaze on his face, stripped by death of that earthly patina which masks the living soul. And I would ask, who were you? Where was your home? Who is mourning for you now?
从那以后,我每经过一个死人,总要停下来看看他的脸,他的脸已被死亡剥去了掩盖活人灵魂的世俗的古铜色。我会问,你是谁?你的家在哪里?现在谁在为你哀悼?
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