An odd thing happens when we die. Our senses vanish. Taste, touch, smell, and sound become a distant memory, but our sight --ah, our sight expands, and we can suddenly see the world we've left behind so clearly. Of course, most of what's visible to the dead could also be seen by the living, if they only take the time to look.
我们死去以后就会有奇怪的事情发生，我们的感觉消失了，味觉、触觉和听觉都成为遥远的回忆，但是我们的视觉，它变得开阔。我们能突然把被我们扔在身后的这个世界看清楚。当然，大多数死人能看见的世界，活着的人也能看清楚，只要他们肯花点时间去注意。
As I look back at the world I left behind, it's all so clear to me: the beauty that waits to be unveiled, the mysteries that long to be uncovered. But people so rarely stop to take a look, they just keep moving. It’s a shame really, there’s so much to see.
当我回头看看身后这个世界时；我看的如此清晰。有那么多有待发现的美丽；和那么多有待揭幕的神秘；但是人们很少会停下来看上一眼。他们只是不停的往前走，这真的很遗憾。。。。有那么多值得一看的东西！
Yes, I remember the world --every detail. And what I remember the most is how afraid I was. What a waste. You see, to live in fear is not to live at all. I wish I could tell this to those I left behind, but would it do any good? Probably not, I understand now——there will always be those who face their fears... and there will always be those who run away.
是的，我记得这个世界的每一个细节；而我记的最多的是我有多害怕；真是浪费生命。你看，住在恐惧中并不是真正的活着！我希望能告诉活在我身后世界的人们这个道理，但是会有用吗？可能并不会。我现在明白，总是会有人要面对他们的恐惧；也总有人会选择逃避
When I was alive, I maintained many different identities --lover, wife, and ultimately, victim. Yes, labels are important to the living. They dictate how people see themselves.
当我活着的时候，我保持着很多不同的身份——恋人，妻子，最终是受害者。是的，这样那样的标签对于活着的人们来说是很重要的，因为它指示了人们怎么看待自己。
People, by their very nature, are always on the lookout for intruders, trying to prevent those on the outside from getting in. But there will always be those who force their way into our lives, just as there will be those we invite in. But the most troubling of all will be the ones who stand on the outside looking in...the ones we never truly get to know.
人本能都在寻找入侵者；阻止别人从外面闯入。但总有些人强行闯入我们的生活；正如那些被我们邀请进入我们生活圈的人一样。但最令人头疼的是；那些站在外面向里面偷窥的人；是一些你根本无法去了解的人
#Life was suddenly full of possibilities#