Who Will Listen When the String Is Broken?

Abai, Abai. He will remember A Bai, and he will remember her dressed in white, lying on the green bank, with the light of the water reflecting the fragility of half of her cheeks. He will remember Abai, and she will remember her standing in the rain with her bare feet, just standing in the swaying rain, with the sound of raindrops, and her helplessness in asking for his name. He will remember Ah Bai, and he will remember her with a smile on her lips, just leaning into his arms, murmuring softly, calling out for Ah Bai's tenderness. But where did Abai go? She clearly is, and she is clearly not.