They were bright and then the light fainted, then went bright again, and he was the juxtaposition of them-- all dim and lightless, plus faint and brightless. The stars were always high up to the sky but he was at the bottom of the pit.

"You can see, but you cannot touch" History could not be changed. That is the law. How it was painful for him to only watch the past that was stained by bloodsheds of the people, capable to do nothing.   "There's always a room for a second chance."