然后,每年每年过去了,好像您的记忆 - 我们……爆炸 - 被包裹在细纸纸上。 …'我觉得自己正在透过自己过去的窗户,而不是透明,我的观点变得越来越不透明,直到最终时间过去了。来看看你过去了。(Then as each month, each year passed, it was as if the memory of you - of us… the explosion - were encased in a fine tissue-paper.' … 'I felt as if I were looking through a window to my own past, and instead of being transparent, my view was becoming more and more opaque, until eventually the time had passed. The time for coming to see you had passed.)