片尾引用：德国作家Bertolt Brecht的诗歌“有关杀婴者Marie Farrar”

With her last strength, she says because

Her room had now grown icy cold, she then

Dragged herself to the latrine and there

Gave birth as best she could

(not knowing when)

But toward morning. She says she was already

Quite distracted and could barely hold

The child for snow came into the latrine

And her fingers were half numb with cold.

You, too, I beg you, check your wrath and scorn

For man needs help from every creature born.