As I drifted, I dreamed.
当我感觉自己在漂浮的时候，我做梦了。
Where I floated, under the dark water, I heard the happiest sound my mind could conjure up — as beautiful, as uplifting, as it was ghastly. It was another snarl; a deeper, wilder roar that rang with fury.
当我漂浮着，沉入黑暗的水底的时候，我听到了我的脑子所能想象到的最令我愉快的声音——美丽的，令人振奋的声音，尽管它听起来是那么的吓人。那是另一阵咆哮声，一阵更加深邃的，更加野蛮的，充满狂怒咆哮。
I was brought back, almost to the surface, by a sharp pain slashing my upraised hand, but I couldn't find my way back far enough to open my eyes.
我被举起的手臂上传来的剧烈的疼痛拉了回来，几乎要回到水面上了。但我的意识依然涣散着，没法让自己睁开眼睛。
And then I knew I was dead.
然后，我知道自己已经死了。
Because, through the heavy water, I heard the sound of an angel calling my name, calling me to the only heaven I wanted.
因为，透过厚重的水面，我听到了一个天使的声音，他正呼唤着我的名字，呼唤我到达我唯一想要的天堂。
"Oh no, Bella, no!" the angel's voice cried in horror.
“哦不，贝拉，不！”天使的声音惊恐地大喊着。
Behind that longed-for sound was another noise — an awful tumult that my mind shied away from. A vicious bass growling, a shocking snapping sound, and a high keening, suddenly breaking off…
在那充满渴望的声音背后，是另外一种嘈杂的声音——一阵我的脑子努力回避着的，吓人的骚动。一个邪恶的男低音咆哮着，一阵可怕的咔嚓声，然后是一声高亢的哀号，忽然间中断了……
I tried to concentrate on the angel's voice instead.
我试图不去理会那些噪音，把注意力集中到天使的声音上。
"Bella, please! Bella, listen to me, please, please, Bella, please!" he begged.
“贝拉，求你了！贝拉，听我说话，求你了，求你了，贝拉，求你了！”他恳求着。
Yes, I wanted to say. Anything. But I couldn't find my lips.
好的。我想这样说。无论你想说什么。但我找不到我的嘴唇。
