今晚，我在黑窗裏看到自己就像父親的形象，他的一生就是這樣度過的，想著死亡，排除其他感官的事物，所以到最後，生命很容易放棄，因為它什麽也沒有包含：即使我母親的聲音也無法讓他改變或回頭，因為他相信一旦你不能愛另一個人，你在世界上就沒有立足之地。
Tonight, I saw myself in the black window like the image of my father, who spent his life thinking of death and excluding other things perceptible. So it's easy for him to give up the life in the end, as it did not have anything. Even my mother's voice could not make him change or turn back. Because he belived once you could not love other people, you would not have a place in this world.
