"In this world, no woman can compare to my mother," says Yeh, sitting by a gate of the old Tsoying city wall, not far from his home. He seems filled with nostalgic longing when he says this, and his expression is like that of a boy.
「在這個世間，沒有一個女人可以跟我的媽媽比，」葉石濤坐在住家附近的左營舊城門邊，講這句話時充滿依戀，表情像個少年。