The death clock is ticking slowly in our breast, and each drop of blood measures its time, and our life is a lingering fever.

  • -- Georg Buchner 毕希纳

死亡的时钟在我们的胸中慢慢地滴答作响,每一滴血都在测量它的时间,我们的生命是一场挥之不去的高烧。

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The recollection of how, when and where it all happened became vague as the lingering strains hung in the rafters of the studio. I wanted to shout back at it, Maybe I didn't write you, but I found you.

随着挥之不去的紧张气氛悬挂在画室的椽子上,一切是如何、何时、何地发生的记忆变得模糊起来。我想大声反驳,也许我没有写信给你,但我找到了你。

A lot of musicians have a tough time hearing what we're doing in a trio format.

很多音乐家很难听到我们以三重唱的形式在做什么。

Things take a long time, but when it's right things move fast.

事情需要很长时间,但当时机成熟时,事情进展很快。