TeacherGwen 我们一起神翻译|9.23

She climbed into the cart, her profile knife-clean against a cheery blue sky. A profile that shocked them with its clarity. Was her head a bit too high? Her back a little too straight? Probably. Otherwise the singing would have begun at once, the moment she appeared in the doorway of the house on Bluestone Road. Some cape of sound would have quickly been wrapped around her, like arms to hold and steady her on the way. As it was, they waited till the cart turned about, headed west to town. And then no words. Humming. No words at all.

她爬进马车，她精雕细琢的侧脸对着蔚蓝色的天空。这明亮的一幕把他们都震惊住了。是她的脑袋高了那么一点吗？还是她的背太直了一点？或许吧。否则，在她亮相于蓝石路上那所房子的门道的瞬间歌声会立刻响起。声音会快速包围她，就像手臂一样在路上拥着她、稳着她。实际上也正是如此，他们一直等到马车掉头向西边的小镇驶去。然后一下子寂静无言。只有嗡嗡的声音。没有言语。