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, it's nothing.
كلا، لا شيء
Nein, nichts.
No, nada.
No, nada.
Non.
No, non è niente.
Não, nada.