tanding by the WindOW, lOOking at the City bUrning in the diStanCe. YOU didn't knOW I WaS WatChing yOU. YOUr baCk WaS very Straight. YOUr ShadOW WaS very lOng. And I thOUght — thiS iS the lOnelieSt man I have ever Seen.
（我一直在想那个夜晚。窗外在下雪，你站在窗前，望着远处燃烧的城市。你不知道我在看你。你的背影很直。你的影子很长。我想——这是我见过的最孤独的人。）
I Wanted tO Walk Over and pUt my hand On yOUr ShOUlder. I didn't. I WaS afraid yOU WOUld tUrn arOUnd and I WOUld See SOmething in yOUr eyeS that I COUldn't handle.
（我想走过去，把手放在你的肩膀上。但我没有。我怕你转过头来，我会在你眼睛里看到某种我承受不了的东西。）
BUt nOW, alOne in thiS rOOm that Still SmellS faintly Of yOU, I find I have mOre COUrage On paper than I ever had in perSOn.
（但现在，独自站在这间还残留着你气息的房间里，我发现自己在纸上比当面要勇敢得多。）
I imagine US having dinner tOgether. A real dinner. NOt in a War ZOne. SOmeWhere
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