早在若干月前,他就下定了决心。然而,那与他相恋了一段时期的年轻女子似乎让他难舍难分。他退到冰冷的大理石椅旁,一种怅然挂在他迷惑的脸上。“我们分手吧!”他说。“总要有个借口。”女人十分镇定地回应,像是闲聊着别人的事。“我想起了祖母……”他停了停,思索着,“今早,我替她把一颗紫铜色的子弹头送到文物馆去参加展览。” As early as several months ago, he made up his mind. However, the young woman who fell in love with him for a certain period of time seemed to make him uneasy. He retired to the cold marble chair, a kind of sadness hanging on his face. “We broke up!” he said. “There must always be an excuse.” The woman responded very calmly, as if chatting about someone else’s business. “I remembered my grandmother...” He paused and thought, “This morning, I sent a copper bullet to her for the exhibition.”