“因为我们不知道何时生命将近,所以我们总以为生命是一口永不干涸的井。 然而有许多事情一再发生,说真的,你记得多少?童年某一个特别的午后,你生命中如此重要的某些午后,你忽略不少。 一生中挥之不去的人和事,你记得的也许四、五个,也许还没那么多。有几次你仔细看过满月上升?也许二十次吧,然而人们觉得一切都可以任意挥霍。”
Narrator: Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well, yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.