有时候我想起你,小路得,我们在遥远的童年就被分开了,他们在集中营烧死了你。假如你现在活着,你会是个六十五岁的女人,一个在老年边缘的女人。你二十岁时被烧死了;自从我们分别后,我不知道你在短暂的生命里都遇到了些什么事。你获得了什么,他们在你肩膀上、衣袖上、你的勇敢的灵魂上都打上了 Sometimes I think of you, a small way, we were separated in a distant childhood, they burned you in a concentration camp. If you are alive now, you will be a sixty-five-year-old woman and a woman at the edge of old age. When you were twenty, you were burned to death; since we were separated, I do not know what happened to you in a short life. What have you got, they are on your shoulders, on your sleeves, on your brave soul