You think, eventually, that nothing can disturb you and that your nerves are impregnable. Yet, looking down at that familiar face, I realized that death is something to which we never become calloused.
你认为，最终，没有什么可以打扰你，你的神经是坚不可摧的。然而，看着那张熟悉的脸，我意识到死亡是一种我们永远不会变得麻木的东西。
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