숨을 다히기 전 어딜가도 그를 따라다니던 태그는 폐암 4기 환자. 그리고 어딜가도 그를 따라다니던 조카가 있습니다. 삼촌의 숨이 멈춘 것을 알게 된 조카는 그 자리에서 낮이 되고 밤이 되고 끝없이 반복하는 동안 길고 긴 춤을 추었습니다. 눈물이 멈추지 않을 꺼라는 처음의 생각과는 달리 티셔츠 위로 떨어진 눈물들은 어느새 하얗게 말라 고운 가루가 되었습니다. 그리고는 바람에 휙 날아가버렸습니다. 숨이 찼다.
My uncle was wearing a tag with ‘fourth-stage lung cancer patient’ written on it, the tag accompanied him wherever he went, right up until he took his last breath. He also had a niece who also accompanied him wherever he went. The niece, upon discovering that her uncle's breathing had stopped, performed a long repetitive dance on the spot throughout the day and into the night. Contrary to the initial idea that the tears would never stop, the tears that had fallen on the t-shirt she was wearing dried, they turned white and over time became a fine powder that blew away in the wind. She was out of breath.