现在，我和马蒙的事已经过去了，每一次我想起那些日子，我们在屋顶上看着彼此，轻声交谈，就会觉得异常失落。

I am... over Mamun now. Everytime I remember those days, looking at each other on the roof, talking, I feel really down.

youdao

我低着头从一拨又一拨吊唁的人群中穿过。他们轻声地交谈着，不时停下来看看每堵墙上的凹室：里面的小铜门一直排到了天花板上。

I keep my head down as I walk through groups of funeral-goers, talking quietly to each other and pausing to examine the compartments lining every wall: little brass doors up to the ceiling.

youdao

我低着头从一拨又一拨吊唁的人群中穿过。他们轻声地交谈着，不时停下来看看每堵墙上的凹室：里面的小铜门一直排到了天花板上。

I keep my head down as I walk through groups of funeral-goers, talking quietly to each other and pausing to examine the compartments lining every wall: little brass doors up to the ceiling.

youdao