And suddenly Hassan's voice whispered in my head: " For you, a thousand times over" . Hassan the harelipped kite runner.

突然间，哈桑的声音在我脑中响起：为你，千千万万遍。哈桑，那个兔唇的哈桑，那个追风筝的人。

I realized I still hadn't breathed out. I exhaled, slowly, quietly. I felt paralyzed. I watched them close in on the boy I'd grown up with, the boy whose harelipped face had been my first memory.

我觉得自己无法呼吸。我慢慢地、安静地呼着气，全身麻木。我看见他们逼近那个跟我共同长大的男孩，那个我懂事起就记得他的兔唇的男孩。