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.)