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As I drifted, I dreamed.
當(dāng)我感覺自己在漂浮的時候，我做夢了。
Where I floated, under the dark water, I heard the happiest sound my mind could conjure up — as beautiful, as uplifting, as it was ghastly. It was another snarl; a deeper, wilder roar that rang with fury.
當(dāng)我漂浮著，沉入黑暗的水底的時候，我聽到了我的腦子所能想象到的最令我愉快的聲音——美麗的，令人振奮的聲音，盡管它聽起來是那么的嚇人。那是另一陣咆哮聲，一陣更加深邃的，更加野蠻的，充滿狂怒咆哮。
I was brought back, almost to the surface, by a sharp pain slashing my upraised hand, but I couldn't find my way back far enough to open my eyes.
我被舉起的手臂上傳來的劇烈的疼痛拉了回來，幾乎要回到水面上了。但我的意識依然渙散著，沒法讓自己睜開眼睛。
And then I knew I was dead.
然后，我知道自己已經(jīng)死了。
Because, through the heavy water, I heard the sound of an angel calling my name, calling me to the only heaven I wanted.
因為，透過厚重的水面，我聽到了一個天使的聲音，他正呼喚著我的名字，呼喚我到達我唯一想要的天堂。
"Oh no, Bella, no!" the angel's voice cried in horror.
“哦不，貝拉，不！”天使的聲音驚恐地大喊著。
Behind that longed-for sound was another noise — an awful tumult that my mind shied away from. A vicious bass growling, a shocking snapping sound, and a high keening, suddenly breaking off…
在那充滿渴望的聲音背后，是另外一種嘈雜的聲音——一陣我的腦子努力回避著的，嚇人的騷動。一個邪惡的男低音咆哮著，一陣可怕的咔嚓聲，然后是一聲高亢的哀號，忽然間中斷了……
I tried to concentrate on the angel's voice instead.
我試圖不去理會那些噪音，把注意力集中到天使的聲音上。
"Bella, please! Bella, listen to me, please, please, Bella, please!" he begged.
“貝拉，求你了！貝拉，聽我說話，求你了，求你了，貝拉，求你了！”他懇求著。
Yes, I wanted to say. Anything. But I couldn't find my lips.
好的。我想這樣說。無論你想說什么。但我找不到我的嘴唇。
