| 第 1 页：英语原文 |
| 第 2 页：中文翻译 |
The next day, we went to the hospital, and to our horror, found that he had lung cancer. He was terminally ill, and nothing could be done about it. That night I lay awake for a long time, then I smelled the smoke; this time I felt a strange pain in my chest, I panicked, because my Granddad had lung cancer, and it seemed that I could feel HIS pain in MY chest! The smoke was choking me, I was curled up in pain on the bed, and I didn't know what was happening. Then, slowly, the pain subsided, and the stench of smoke left me, and I lay shaking with fear, wondering if it had been real, whether my grandfather was trying to tell me something, I didn't know what to do.
After that, I couldn't sleep; so I dug my MP3 player out of my things, and settled down to relax. When I hit the play button, my blood ran cold, the song that I'd selected, without thinking, was Hospitality, by Funeral For A Friend. The song was about someone who is on life support, and wants his family to let him die. I quickly selected a different album.
Eventually I must have drifted off to sleep, because I remember being woken by my mum. "Mum? What do you want?"
"Um, sorry love, but granddad’s died. Your dad just phoned from the hospital." Then I shocked myself. I answered, "Oh, ok." sounding as cool as ice.
