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?
It's her again.
إنّها هي مُجدّداً
Sie schon wieder.
Ella de nuevo.
Ella de nuevo.
C’est cette fille !
È quella ragazza.
É ela de novo.