“其实有些话我一直没说也没问。”祝恣野接着道，“但我觉得现在是一个好时候。”

唐晓翼眼睫一颤，几乎立刻就明白了她要说什么。他张了张嘴，但却什么都说不出来，只能沉默地看着她。

就像等待着神的审判一样。

然而就在这一刻，他却想起了一首诗——《疯狗挽歌》。

An elegy on the Death of a Mad Dog

Good people all, of every sort,??

所有良人善辈，诸位

Give ear unto my song;

倾耳听我一首挽歌

And if you find it wondrous short,

你自知它精短奇魅

It cannot hold you long.

不须费你片刻

In Islington there was a man,

伊斯灵顿有那一人

Of whom the world might say,

世人常所称道

That still a godly race he ran,

虔心向道如赴赛筵

Whene’er he went to pray.

时刻如圣徒临朝

A kind and gentle heart he had,

温良之心他自独有

To comfort friends and foes;

普惠怨亲两方

The naked every day he clad,

（旦夕更衣之际）

When he put on his clothes.

（也为裸者添裳）

And in that town a dog was found,

镇上有犬被其收养

As many dogs there be,

世间犬类寻常

Both mongrel, puppy, whelp and hound,

杂生幼崽，猎犬凶兽

And curs of low degree.

品类杂陈无状

This dog and man at first were friends;

人犬初时相融洽

But when a pique began,

然而忽生怨愤

The dog, to gain some private ends,

那犬为了一己私求