Maura called the day she got my letter.

莫娜收到我信的当天，就给我打来了电话。

If only I could hold Maura's hand that very moment.

但愿此刻我能握住莫娜的手。

Yes,I can,Maura.I'm scared too--for your friend and for you.

不，我想象得出，莫娜，我也好担心呀，担心你的朋友，也担心你呀。

Maura was grinning at him, pulling sections of his hair through her fingers, her face damp with sweat but not at all sleepy.

莫雅咧嘴向他笑，手指拨弄他的头发。她的脸上汗水淋淋，但是没有丝毫的睡意。

He told himself that it was enough, that it was enough to have held her once, to have held Maura Bright-Blade and heard her sing.

他告诉自己，他曾经拥有她，拥有过青锋莫雅；他曾经把她抱入怀中，倾听她的歌声。一次，一次就足够了。