The radio played dirges all day long. 广播电台整天都在播放哀乐。
The old women in my father's village, after this war had happened, memorized the names of every dead person, and they would sing these dirges, made up of these names. 战争开始后,我爸爸村子里年老的女人记住了每个逝者的名字,她们唱挽歌,挽歌是由这些名字组成的。
Dirges so melancholic that they would scorch you. 挽歌非常忧沉,会将你灼伤。