公园的清晨略显冷清,彼特静静地坐在长椅上。当那个上了年纪的老人在彼特身旁缓缓坐下时,他丝毫没有察觉。因为他将头深深埋在两膝间,沉浸在无尽的悔责中。“不可能!她不可能离开我!”彼特猛地抬起头,声嘶力竭地喊道,他双眼红胀,面容憔悴。“那是个很好的女孩。”那个陌生的老? The park was slightly deserted in the morning and Peter sat quietly on the bench. When the older man slowly sat down beside Pete, he did not notice it. Because he buried his head deep in his knees, immersed in endless remorse. “Impossible! She couldn’t leave me!” Peter raised his head sharply, shouting loudly. His eyes were red and he looked emaciated. “That was a good girl.” That strange old?