Speaking of the past, what I remembered best when I was in good spirits was Molly, like the echo of a clock striking in the distance. When something pleasant popped into my mind, I always thought of her.
Gogorabidean jarrita, neri Molly gogoratzen zitzaidan garbi gehienetan, barrena xamurtzen zitzaidanean, aspaldi jotako ordu baten oihartzuna bailitzan. Zerbait maitagarria gogoratzen hasi, eta bera gogoratzen nuen segido.