I bent over him, peering at the edge of the wide open eye, the bare and gaudy arm, at the inner curve of which I could see the puffed and blackened hole in his bead from which the blood oozed still.

我弯下腰，凝视着他睁大的眼睛的边缘，赤裸而华丽的手臂，在他的内在曲线上，我可以看到他的珠子上鼓胀发黑的洞，鲜血仍在渗出。