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?
No, no!
لن نرضى بهذا
Nein, nein!
¡No, no!
¡No, no!
C’est hors de question !
No, no!
Não, não!