When I think about our affairs, I can't help but go back to the past; just like what I wrote in the novel:
I feel that those cherry blossoms fell by themselves, and so did the snow; with my stomachache and loneliness, I saw you surrounded by black; and in a dusk a hundred years later, for example, some people left, and you remained the same from the beginning.
Finally, I sat in the last seat of the carriage and smoked quietly. I hope to see one day "just like Duras", a man walking towards you in the lobby of a public place. I took the initiative to introduce myself,
I say to you: "I know you and will always remember you. At that time, you were still very young and everyone said you were beautiful. Now, I am here specifically to tell you that for me, I think you are younger now."
You were more beautiful when you were a young woman. Compared with your face then, I love your battered face now more forever!!"