在灼熱的陽光下,他見賓客們坐在那有著美麗拉紗與花朵的白色椅子上流汗,他的汗滴也不斷滑落。他的愛人剛走到他的身邊,而他對面正站立著他們的證婚人,是他未來的小姨子,她努力的念著祝福與誓言:「......你們做丈夫的,要愛你們的妻子,不可苦待她們......」,但他無法專心聽。他轉頭去看他的愛人,卻無法看見愛人的臉,陽光藉著她的頭紗射入他的眼睛,不知怎麼的這時他想起了莫梭先生,而他的手上還印著剛剛交出去那美麗捧花翠綠的莖的痕跡。繼續有話從前方傳來:「你們做妻子的......」他在等待,等待那個需要他的時刻到來。他們的周邊有群鳥環繞,但鳥兒的聲音並不悅耳,有時甚至讓他覺得有如蒼蠅振翅,群鳥抓著一種盒子飛舞,那個他最熟悉的盒子,可能是因為天氣的關係,他現在並不喜歡它。他想辦法讓自己能夠集中精神,所以他在腦中重新進行了一次流程演練,等下他得說話,戴上戒指,揭頭紗,看一下愛人的臉,親吻,走到鐘下,敲鐘,切蛋糕,拍合照,牽手,走回室內,丟捧花。「好,沒問題」他這樣想著。忽然有隻鳥飛到他身邊拿了個東西給他,他很熟練地接下它,他想那個需要他的時刻就要來了,有種熱血從他心底湧上,好像他將要做一件很偉大的事情,沒有人可以阻止他。這時那件特別訂製的襯衫早已溼透,只是它藏在訂製的西裝外套裡沒人能看見。衣服緊貼著他的身軀,這讓他很彆扭,而陽光依然炙熱,當他緩慢地舉起手至嘴巴前時,黏稠的衣袖與他的手臂分開,他多希望會有一道在夏季從海面上吹來的涼風能填補這個洞,但熱氣繼續在袖內擴張。就是這個時刻,需要他的時刻,他張開嘴說出了那句話,然後他的愛人接著開口,也說了同樣的一句話。這時他感到安心,他靜靜地站在那裡,他沒有在想什麼,在那個時刻他完全屬於他自己。隨著他的小姨子開口,又將他帶回到這個炎熱的空間裡。

「現在我奉聖父、聖子、聖靈的名......」
然後剩下的事,他忘記了。

Under the shining sun, He witnesses you guests sweating on the white chairs with beautiful yarns and flowers. His sweat drops endlessly too. He sees his future sister in law speaks her blessing: "Husbands, love your wives and do not be harsh with them." He can't see his lover's face, the sunshine pierces her veil into my eyes. Somehow, Mr. Meursault has just come to his mind, and his hands have the impression of the emerald stem of the beautiful wedding bouquet. The speaking continues: "Wives, ...". He is waiting, waiting for the moment that requires him to come. There are birds around, but their sounds are not so great. Instead, it even sounds like flies buzzing. The birds fly and grab a kind of box that he is most familiar with. Maybe because of the weather, he doesn't like it now. He tries to make himself concentrate, so he rehearsals again in his head. He needs to speak, put on the ring, lift the veil, look at his lover's face, kiss, walk to the bell, knock the bell, slice the cake, take photos, hold hands, go back to the indoor, and throw the wedding bouquet. "Great, no problem." he thinks. Suddenly a bird flies to him and give him something, he takes it adeptly and thinks the time is coming. Some kind of hot-blooded feeling gushes out from his heart, just like he is going to do a magnificent thing and nobody can stop him. The shirt has already soaked, but hiding beneath the custom suit makes nobody seeing it. The cloth sticks on his body and let him feels embarrassed. The sun is still burning, before he raises his arm in front of his mouth, the sticky sleeves detach from his arm. He wishes there were a breeze from the summer sea could fill this hole, but the hot expends in the sleeves. Just at this moment, the moment that requires him, he opens his mouth and says the words, and his lover opens her mouth and says the same words. He feels relieved and stands still without thinking anything. The moment belongs only to him. Then his sister in law continues speaking and brings him back to this hot space.

He hears "... In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit. …".
The rest of the things, he has forgotten.