Time after time, with the passing years, my thoughts returned to that night. By then I missed my mother's hands, missed her goodnight kiss upon my forehead. Sometimes the incident seemed very close, sometimes far away. But always it lurked, hauntingly, in the back of my mind.
时光流逝,我想到那个晚上。那时我想念我妈妈的手,想念她晚上在我额上的一吻。有时这幕情景似乎很近,有时又似乎很遥远。但它总是潜伏着,时常浮现,出现在我意识中。