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?
Huh? Iku!
!ماذا؟ إكو
Hä? Iku!
¿Eh? ¡Iku!
¿Eh? ¡Iku!
Tiens ?
Eh? Iku!
Ué, Iku?