C332 You Can Poke It

She was tired of living, too, and she said she couldn't raise two children, so she begged me to live. That child, small, crying loudly, as if he was afraid that someone would abandon her.

I looked at her dreamily, and I felt as if I had been a child.

If the rain hadn't overturned the boat, we were destined to be alive.

So I took them along the river, to a very far place