Difference between revisions of "Kara no Kyoukai:Chapter03 a"
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When I was still small, I once cut my hand while playing house. |
When I was still small, I once cut my hand while playing house. |
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Borrowed things, imitated things, fabricated things... |
Borrowed things, imitated things, fabricated things... |
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A real one was mixed in with all those cooking utensils. |
A real one was mixed in with all those cooking utensils. |
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While I was playing with this sharp toy, I cut myself between the fingers. |
While I was playing with this sharp toy, I cut myself between the fingers. |
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I returned to my mother with my hand red and painful, |
I returned to my mother with my hand red and painful, |
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I remember her scolding me, then crying, and then kindly embracing me. |
I remember her scolding me, then crying, and then kindly embracing me. |
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Mother said it must have hurt. |
Mother said it must have hurt. |
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I was happy, not because of those words that I did not understand; rather, I was more happy about the fact that mother embraced me, so I started crying with my mother. |
I was happy, not because of those words that I did not understand; rather, I was more happy about the fact that mother embraced me, so I started crying with my mother. |
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Mother said so as she wrapped bandages around me. |
Mother said so as she wrapped bandages around me. |
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I do not know what those words meant... |
I do not know what those words meant... |
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Because not even once did I feel any pain. |
Because not even once did I feel any pain. |
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Revision as of 00:02, 8 May 2007
When I was still small, I once cut my hand while playing house.
Borrowed things, imitated things, fabricated things...
A real one was mixed in with all those cooking utensils.
While I was playing with this sharp toy, I cut myself between the fingers.
I returned to my mother with my hand red and painful,
I remember her scolding me, then crying, and then kindly embracing me.
Mother said it must have hurt.
I was happy, not because of those words that I did not understand; rather, I was more happy about the fact that mother embraced me, so I started crying with my mother.
"Fujino, the pain will go away once the cut heals..."
Mother said so as she wrapped bandages around me.
I do not know what those words meant...
Because not even once did I feel any pain.
3. Remaining Sense of Pain (Ever cry, never life) -Asagami Fujino-