I mean, there were afternoons I was down there, and the light goes pink and there's a mist in the air and you're standing in the rubble, and I found myself recognizing both the inherent beauty of nature and the fact that nature, as time, is erasing this wound.
Quer dizer, havia tardes em que eu estava ali, e a luz tornava-se cor-de-rosa, havia uma neblina no ar e estava no meio dos destroços,  e vi-me a mim mesmo a reconhecer tanto a beleza inata da natureza como o facto de a natureza, com o tempo, acabar por apagar esta ferida.