The flameless tapers stand where we had left them, and beside them lies the half-cut book that we had been studying, or the wired flower that we had worn at the ball, or the letter that we had been afraid to read, or that we had read too often.
Garrik gabeko kriseiluak guk utzitako leku berean altxatuko dira berriro, eta berauen aurrean egongo da gu ikasten aritu ginen erdi-ebakitako liburu hura, edota dantzara joatean jantzi genuen alanbrezko lorea, edo irakurri beldur utzi genuen beste eskutitz hura, edota sarriegi irakurri dugun bestea.