I mean, there were afternoons I was down there, and the light goes pink and there's a mist in the air and you're standing in the rubble, and I found myself recognizing both the inherent beauty of nature and the fact that nature, as time, is erasing this wound.
あの辺りは午後になると 光がピンク色になって もやがかかります 足元には瓦礫 そこに立って 自然が持つ美しさと 時が過ぎ 自然がこの傷を消していくという 事実とを感じていました