Before I was a flower that bloomed in winter without knowing the iron. Even though it's cold and hard, I used to say that I can overcome everything. But now I know.”
As I slowly looked up and looked at Richt again, he was still looking straight at me.
“How cold is winter, how harsh, how… … It's hard. I don't want to bloom again anymore.”
İnsan kendine değer verebildiği oranda başkalarına da değer verir; diğer insanlara gerçek anlamda değer verdiğini hissettikçe kendisini de değerli bulur.