Kara no Kyoukai:Chapter03 a

When I was little, while playing house
There was a time when I cut my hand.
Borrowed things, wooden toys, and things that I made
Because among all these tiny cooking utensils
There was one genuine item mixed in.
Playing with that shiny, ornate knife in hand
I had cut my hand deeply without realising it.
When I ran to my mother with hands stained red
I remember how she first chastised me,
Then started crying while embracing me softly.
It must be painful, my mother said to me.
Rather than such meaningless words
I liked the fact that mother was holding me tightly and started to cry with her.
Fujino, a wound doesn't hurt if it heals.
My mother told me while applying a white bandage.
I still don't know the meaning of those words.
Because, I've never experienced the thing called pain.

/Remaining Sense of Pain