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I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are better left unsaid.I'd like to think they were singing about somethings so beautiful,it can't expressed in words,and it makes your heart ache because of it.I tell you, th ose voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a great place dares to dr eam. It was as if some beautiful bird had flapped into our drab little cage an d made these walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man is Shawshank felt free.
到今天我還不知道那兩個意大利娘們在唱些什么，其實，我也不想知道。有 些東西還是留著不說為妙。我像她們該是在唱一些非常美妙動人的故事，美妙得難以用言 語來表達，美妙的讓你心痛。告訴你吧，這些聲音直插云霄，飛得比任何一個人敢想的夢 還要遙遠。就像一些美麗的鳥兒撲扇著翅膀來到我們褐色牢籠，讓那些墻壁消失得無影無蹤。就在那一剎那，肖申克監獄的每一個人都感到了自由。
