It has grown dark in the room; his soul is sad and empty; the whole kingdom of fancies drops to pieces about him, drops to pieces without a trace, without a sound, floats away like a dream, and he cannot himself remember what he was dreaming.
Fei Du was looking at him without blinking, as if he wanted to use his gaze to make an imprint of his outline and hide it in the deepest, darkest part of his heart, not letting anyone see.
To forget a friend is sad. Not every one has had a friend. And if I forget him, I may become like the grown-ups who are no longer interested in anything but figures...
”Hem böyle yapıyorum hem de yaptıklarımdan korkuyorum.” diye düşündü. ”Hım… Evet, her şey insanın elindedir. Fakat insan korkaklığı yüzünden çok şeyi kaybedebilir. Gerçek bu. İnsanların en çok neden korktuklarını bilmek isterdim. Onları en çok korkutan şey yeni bir adım atmak, yeni bir söz söylemek…”