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Light of my life. Fire of my loins. My sin. My soul. Lolita.
我的生命之光，我的欲念之火，我的罪恶，我的灵魂，洛丽塔。
She could fade and wither - I didn't care. I would still go mad with tenderness at the mere sight of her face.
她可以褪色，可以枯萎，我不在乎。但我只要看她一眼，万般柔情，涌上心头。
I looked and looked at her and I knew,as clearly as I know that I will die, that I loved her more than anything I'd ever seen or imagined on earth.
我看着她，看了又看。我知道，就像我知道我必死无疑那样清楚，我是如此的爱她，胜过我所看到的所能想象到的地球上的任何事物。
--《洛丽塔》
