对于Twilight来说,这就像一首歌的回声 - 很久以前的歌曲。他几乎可以记住一些单词,但对它们的来源不知道。唱歌的声音很棒,只是为他演唱这首歌。像丝绸这样的声音?缎?像液体月光一样,它流动,curl缩在他周围,并充满热情。
(For Twilight, it was like the echo of a song- a song from long ago. He could almost remember some of the words, but had no clue as to where they had come from. There had been a wonderful voice singing it, singing this song just for him. A voice like silk? Satin? Like liquid moonlight, it flowed, it curled around him and suffused him with a glowing warmth.)