※ 발췌 (excerpt):
( ... ) The young man stood in the same place for a few minutes. Without realizing, his right fist clenched, snapping the stem of a single rose he had been holding. He brought his hands to wipe the tears now mixing with the rain on his face. After a little more than a minute, he stopped. He did not cry anymore after that. He would never cry again. He turned and walked away, his own shadow becoming a blur, then a dot, and smaller it become until it too was gone into that dark night.