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?
Not really...
...لا أظنّ
Eigentlich nichts...
No lo sé...
No lo sé...
Ce n’est pas le cas.
Chissà...
Não.