What lingers in his distant memory is the knowledge of a spring that will not yet come for many years. The only self who knows that scent is the self who knows it not just yet. If his life is a chimera, for whom did he endure all these years?
Hey, Iku.
إكو
Hey, Iku.
Oye, Iku.
Oye, Iku.
Hé, Iku !
Ehi, Iku.
Ei, Iku.