I’ve heard his voice. Rumbling like a murmur. It faded away while the wind blew wildly, rubbing against my ears. Sort of itch and tingle.
我听过他的声音。如呢喃般的低语，擦着我的耳廓随风消散在空中。留下一点点痒意与疼痛。
I got my head on and opened my eyes to the empty room with faint lights on the wall. It was like nothing had happened. But echoing was the gritty voice. Left was the striking heat on my auricles.
清醒。睁眼。房间空荡荡，微光映墙上。仿佛一切都未曾发生。但那耳畔的低语仍在回响，耳廓的热仍在灼烧。
Do not go gentle into that good night -
Like a ghost haunting around me, his deep tone lingered here again. Such a goofy teasing. But impressive.
仿佛鬼魂缠绕，他那低沉的嗓音仍在盘桓。如此傻气又瞩目的玩笑。
I would rather regard it as an alarm than an intimidation. He may be a consciousness of God or solely a spirit. No matter who he was, I still had the balls to proceed. After all, he’s not here to prevent me.
我更愿意将其称之为警告，而非恐吓。他或许是上帝的一缕神识，或许只是一个鬼魂。无论如何，我仍有前行的勇气。毕竟他并非来阻拦我。
Rage, rage -
I can hear his crude growl like a beast with anguish. Or is that how a ghost sobs? The world has been upside down. Rare people are aware of this fact. I know. They’ve been submerged by toxic ecstasy. Most of us are dumb; Most of them are nothing but a pussies.
我听到他猛兽般痛苦的怒号。或者，这就是鬼魂哭号的声音？这个世界黑白颠倒，鲜有人知晓。他们被幻象淹没，麻木不仁，贪生怕死。
I can clearly sense the smell of the plot in the air. The big brother. The thought police. Everywhere. We’ve been trapped and shoved.
我嗅到阴谋的气味。老大哥。思想警察。无处不在，无孔不入。我们已经被囚禁太久，践踏太久。
Then escaped. We wedged through the throng, weaving our way towards the brink, like baby penguins diving into the deep ocean and finding the way out.
那就逃吧。我们穿过拥挤的人海，朝着边界迂回前行，就像为寻路而潜沉入海的企鹅宝宝。
Rage, rage against the dying of the light -
We all sank down in the dim night. Only his shallow voice echoed, rumbling like a murmur.
终于在熹微中沉没。只有他微弱的嗓音在回荡，如呢喃般的低语。
