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?
I never can, no matter how hard I try...
لا أقدر... مهما حاولت
So sehr ich es auch versuche.
Nunca puedo, por mucho que lo intente...
Nunca lo consigo, por mucho que lo intente...
Quoi que je fasse…
Non ci riesco mai, non importa quanto ci provi...
Eu nunca consigo, não importa
o quanto eu tente...