四處散落的碎片

Jakob Beer: I pray that soon my wife will feel new breath inside her own. I pray and press my head against her side, and whisper a story. Child I long for, child I dream, if we conceive you, think of us sometimes, your mother and me, when it rains. And one day, when you've almost forgotten, I pray you'll let us return. That through an open window, even in the middle of a city, the sea air of our marriage will find you. I pray that one day, in a room lit only by night snow, you will suddenly know how miraculous is your parents' love for each other. Jakob Beer: My son, my daughter. Bella. Bella. If we conceive you, know that once I was lost in a forest. I was so afraid my blood pounded in my chest, and I knew my heartstrings would soon be exhausted. I saved myself without thinking. I grasped the two syllables closest to me, and replaced my heartbeat with your name. Bella. Jakob Beer: Now I see that I must give what I most need.