“我不觉得会发生那样的事。”直到我能再次顺畅地呼吸，我才说道。
"I don't think that will happen," I said after I could breathe again.
你的呼吸声是雨声，在我死前，多么渴望甘霖能再次降落我的脸庞。
Your breathing is rain, before I die, how eager to rain my face again landing.
我再次点了点头，不知道自己是应该逃走，还是屏住呼吸，还是僵硬地坐在那里。她想让我说出他的名字。我告诉了她。
I nodded again, not sure if I should run away, hold my breath or sit frozen in my seat. She wanted me to say his name. I told her.
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