Marcos remembers his childhood in Gran Mexico. Sheila, who always smiled like the sun, is now gone. Marcos lets all of his rage explode against the terraformars, his eyes filled with tears of sorrow for his fallen friend.
I wonder what it's like.
Wie es dort wohl ist?
Me pregunto cómo será.
Me pregunto cómo será.
Je me demande comment c’est…
Como será que é?