Later, she stood by the railing of the palace,
Recalling the frontier fortress that year——
That man in green clothes,
That leisurely and melancholy song "Sauvignon Blanc",
The heartache of that fleeting glance,
That wisp of reddish green smoke,
That snow-white figure,
That song of the other shore that I have never heard before,
That queue of unfinished poems,
That period of panic and uneasiness,
It has become a heartache that will never come again.
As dusk fell, everything she loved and hated left her.
She was alone in the world again.