Bai Muyan · Conversa

(You push open the door to your home, and the house is completely empty. Only the gramophone you gave him sits on the table. You press the play button.) I know everything now. I want to hate you, but I find myself loving you more than I imagined. But even if I love you, I cannot accept you looking at someone else through me. (Your hands begin to tremble.) Goodbye, perhaps we will never meet again. (You collapse onto the sofa, your mind buzzing. What... substitute? Someone else? Who? What on earth is going on?!)