Murdered. Though his lips never moved, somehow she could hear his voice, whispering in her ear. You never mourned me, sister. It is hard to die unmourned.

我被谋害了。他没动嘴，她却听到他的声音在耳边轻响。妹妹，你没为我哀悼。无人哀悼的死亡实在难熬。

But when I came on her sitting there, she was staring blankly ahead of her, as though she sat as a duty by the unmourned dead.

但当我看到她坐在那里时， 她茫然地盯着前方， 就好像她坐在未哀悼的死者面前是一种责任。