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The girl becomes a little happier, and then even sadder. She looks at
the blackface of the Amerasian and sees that he has become shinier
and less black in the golden moonlight.

THE GIRL
The darkness of the night protects
us, but it is the light that lets
us see our true faces. Don't you
want to see mine, too?

The Amerasian is startled by what she has said and turns his face to

look at her. He sees how her hair, which shines as if flecked with gold,
frames her face with the big, black, moist eyes and enticing pink lips.
He suddenly bursts out.

THE AMERASIAN
Gosh! You are as pretty as a fairy,
or as the angel painted on icons I
have seen. Why shouldn't I look at
you? You shine a brighter light on
my life than the moon up there. You
have brightened my life and my
black skin. We need light, but we
also need darkness because we are
being pursued. However, whether it
is light or darkness, what matters
is that we have each other; we are
next to each other. Isn't that so?

He bends down and kisses the young woman to stop her from saying
aloud the sad and depressing thoughts that he knows are starting to

invade her mind.

They sit and hold each other tightly. The moon rises higher and higher
and spreads a golden yellow light over the earth. The shadows these
two human beings cast on the empty grassy hill is just a tiny, black fleck
on the immense earth and under the night sky.