风吹起来，他的绘画周围的沙子散落了。他用手指包裹在妻子的里面，父亲时间重新点燃了他只有与她建立的联系。他屈服于这种感觉，感觉到他们的生命的最后一滴彼此接触，就像山洞里的水一样，顶部遇到底部，天堂遇到了地球。当他们的眼睛闭上了眼睛，睁开了不同的眼睛，他们从地面上升起，一个在单一天空中的南方，向上，向上，阳光和月亮。
(A wind blew, and the sand around his drawing scattered. He wrapped his fingers inside his wife's, and Father Time rekindled a connection he had only ever had with her. He surrendered to that sensation and felt the final drops of their lives touch one another, like water in a cave, top meets bottom, Heaven meets Earth.As their eyes closed, a different set of eyes opened, and they rose from the ground as a shared south, up and up, a sun and a moon in a single sky.)
