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