She heads to the construction site of the Number 7 Park, which looks like a desolate lunar landscape, and begins walking. And walking. And walking. The vacuousness of her work, her life, her attachments, comes rushing up in wave.
清晨裡，她起身離去，走到還很荒蕪的公園，走著走著，走著走著，工作上的、生活上的、感情上的蒼白與不如意湧上心頭。