AISubs v3.7
I often do it on a daily basis.
This is not a good one.
This mask is amazing.
I feel like I'm going to get into it.
Oh, it's coming out.
Green!
What is it?
To buy gloves.
Sparrow.
Sparrow?
With gloves in her hands, she wandered around the soft snow like a firefly, and a small rainbow appeared like a snowflake.
Suddenly, she heard a loud sound in the back of her head, and powder snow like bread crumbs fell on her like a fox.
The fox was surprised and tried to roll in the snow and ran ten meters away.
She wondered what it was and looked back, but there was nothing there.
It was snow falling from a barren branch.
Snow was still spilling like white cloth between branches.
Soon, the fox returned to the cave and said, "Mom, my hands are cold. My hands are tingling."
She put out her wet and dull hands in front of the mother fox.
The mother fox blew air into her hands and wrapped them with her warm hands.
"It will get warm soon. It gets warm as soon as you touch snow," she said.
She felt sorry for her cute boy's hands getting dirty, so at night she went to the city and bought him gloves that would go well with his hands.
Dark, dark nights spread like showers and came to wrap up fields and forests, but the snow was so white that no matter how much she wrapped it up, it was still white.
The parent and child silver foxes came out of the cave.
The child entered under his mother's stomach and walked while blinking his round eyes from there and looking over there.
Eventually, he began to see a dim light in his hand.
The child's fox found it and asked, "Mom, are your wet and dull hands falling in such a low place?"
"Those are not stars," she said, and at that moment, the mother fox's legs were saved.
"Those are city lights," she said.
Seeing those city lights, one day, the mother fox went out to the city with her friends and remembered what had happened in Tondami.
Without even asking for mercy, one of her friends' fox tried to steal a house's duck, so it got caught by the farmer and was chased all over the place.
"Mom, what are you doing? Let's go quickly," said the child's fox from under her stomach, but the mother fox couldn't move forward.
There was nothing she could do about it, so she had to let her son go to the city alone.
"Son, put out one of your hands," said the mother fox.
While the mother fox was holding out her hand for a while, she turned it into a cute human hand.
The son's fox spread out his hand, held it out, pinched it, and scratched it.
"Something's strange, Mom. What's this?" she said, and as it snowed, she looked at her own hand, which had been turned into a human hand again.
It's a human hand, okay, boy?
When you go to the city, there are a lot of human houses, you know. First of all, you look for a house with a round hat sign on it.
When you find it, you knock on the door and say, 'Good evening.'
"Then," she said, "a human will open the door a little bit from inside."
"From that door gap, this hand, you know, reach out for this human hand," she said.
"Give me a glove that fits this hand," she said.
"All right. You must never reach out for this hand," made the mother fox say.
"Why?" asked the boy's fox in return.
Humans, you know, when they know it's a fox, they don't sell you gloves.
On top of that, they catch you and put you in a cage. Humans are really scary things.
Hmm, you must never reach out this hand. This one, you know, reach out the human hand.
Saying that, the mother fox grabbed the two white animals she had and put them in the human hand.
Run, Melos! Hit, Osamu!
There is still time until sunset.
There is someone who is waiting for me.
There is someone who quietly expects me without any doubt.
I am believed in. My life is not a problem.
I can't say anything nice like "die and apologize."
I must repay their trust.
Now is the time.
Run, Melos!
I am trusted.
The demon's whisper of war is a dream.
A bad dream.
Forget it.
When you are tired, you suddenly have such a bad dream.
Melos, you are not ashamed of it.
You are a true hero after all.
You can stand up and run again, can't you?
I am grateful.
I can die as the master of justice.
Ah, the sun is setting.
Wait for me, Zeus.
I have been an honest man since I was born.
Please let me die as an honest man.
I pushed away the people on the road and flew away.
Melos ran like a black wind.
I ran through the middle of the main circle of the main circle in Nohara.
I made the people in the main circle stand still.
I kicked the dog and jumped over the river.
I ran dozens of times faster than the sun that was setting little by little.
The moment I passed by a group of travelers, I heard an ominous conversation in my ear.
By now, that man is also hanging on a rock.
Ah, that man. I am running like this for that man.
I must not let that man die.
Hurry up, Melos.
I must not be late.
Now is the time for me to show you the power of love and truth.
I don't care about bandages.
Melos was almost completely healed now.
He couldn't breathe.
Two, three times, blood came out of his mouth.
I can see it.
Small and far away,
I can see the lantern of Siracus's death.
The lantern is shining in the sunset.
Ah, Siracus.
I heard a wheezing voice with the wind.
Who is it?
Siracus ran and asked.
It is Siracus of Filostratos.
Your friend, Siracus of Serinuntius.
That young wheezer shouted while running after Melos.
No more.
It is useless.
Please stop running.
I can't help that man anymore.
No, the fire hasn't gone down yet.
Right now, that man is about to be executed.
Ah, you were late.
I am sorry.
If only you were a little bit earlier.
No.
The sun hasn't set yet.
Melos stared at the red and big sunset with feelings stuck in his heart.
There's nothing better than running.
Please stop.
Please stop running.
Your own life is important now.
He believed in you.
He was fine even if he was pulled out of shape.
Even if the king teased him a lot,
"Melos would come," he said only.
He seemed to have a strong faith in him.
That's why you should run.
You should run because you believe in him.
You can make it.
If you don't make it, it's not a problem.
Your own life is not a problem, either.
I'm running for something bigger and more terrifying.
Follow me, Filostratos.
Me, a bird, a bell, a bell with a bell ring.
Even if I spread my arms, the sky will not fly at all,
but a bird that can fly, like me, cannot run fast.
Even if I shake my body, there is no beautiful sound,
but that ringing bell, like me, does not know many songs.
A bell, a bird, and me,
everyone is different and everyone is good.
sea sparrow
kitahara, hakushu
sea sparrow
silver dots
sea sparrow
if a wave of glass comes, lift up the glass
if the wave goes away, the shadow disappears
sea sparrow
silver dots
sea sparrow
Kenji Miyazawa never loses to rain, never loses to wind, never loses to snow or summer heat.
He has a strong body, has no desires, never gets angry, and always smiles quietly.
He eats brown rice four times a day, miso and a little vegetables,
he doesn't put everything into his emotions, he often listens and understands,
and he doesn't forget.
In a small hut in a forest of pine trees and fields,
if there is a sick child in the east, if there is a tired mother in the west,
go and chase the sack of rice.
If there is someone who is about to die in the south, go and say you don't have to be afraid.
If there is a quarrel or quarrel in the north, don't do it because it's boring.
When it's sunny, shed tears.
In the cold summer, walk around.
Everyone calls me "sack thief" and doesn't praise me or care about me.
That's the kind of person I want to be.
Yamanashi, Kenji Miyazawa.
Two crab children were talking under blue water.
"Crumbone" laughed. "Crumbone" laughed.
The upper and lower parts of "Crumbone" look blue, dark, and like steel.
Dark bubbles flow through the smooth ceiling.
"Crumbone" laughed. "Crumbone" laughed.
Then why did "Crumbone" laugh?
I don't know. Bubbles flow through the ceiling.
The crab children also began to spit bubbles, five at a time.
They spit bubbles.
They shook and shone like watermelons and went up diagonally.
They turned their silver bellies over and one fish passed over their heads.
"Crumbone" died. "Crumbone" was killed.
If so, why was it killed? I don't know.
Suddenly it became bright and golden sunlight fell into the water like a dream.
The fish came back and went down.
"Crumbone" laughed. "Crumbone" laughed.
"Crumbone" said with his brother's flat face and flat head, "Two of the four legs on the right side."
The waves of light coming from the waves are beautiful on the white rock at the bottom.
They stretched and shrunk.
From the bubbles and small garbage, a straight stick of shadow stood diagonally in the water.
The fish now messed up the golden light all over the bottom of the sea,
and on top of that, it was iron-colored and strange, and climbed back up again.
Why do fish go back and forth?
If so, why were they killed?
This is a story I heard when I was a child from an old man named Mohei in the village.
In the past, there was a small castle near my village, and a lord named Nakayama lived there.
In the mountains a little away from Nakayama, there was a fox called Gongitsune.
Gongitsune was a lonely fox who dug a hole in a forest full of birch trees and lived there.
And at night and in the afternoon, Gongitsune would come out of the village and play around.
Gongitsune would go into the fields and dig potatoes and scatter them around.
Gongitsune would dig up seedlings and light a fire in spring.
Gongitsune would steal and steal glass from a pharmacist's back door and do a lot of things.
It was one autumn.
While it had been raining for two or three days, Gongitsune couldn't even go outside and was crouching in that hole.
When it rained, Gongitsune was relieved and came out of the hole.
The sky was clear and the voice of fireflies was echoing.
Gongitsune came out of the hole and wrapped around the large river in the village.
There were still rain drops shining in the direction of Suzuki.
The river always has little water, but with the rain for three days, the water was increasing rapidly.
After a while, Gongitsune lifted up the back of the bag at the back of the wire cut net from the water.
It contained the roots of grass, leaves of grass, and rotten branches and so on.
But sometimes white things were shining brightly.
It was a fat eel's belly and a large chrysanthemum's belly.