Sayonara itsuka Page #5

However,

your private business is none of my concern,

but your indolence seems contagious.

It takes a lot of time

and effort to build success,

but it only takes an instant to fall.

A wise man...

does not lose sight of the road.

Mr. Manaka. She's very drunk.

Why do you call me "Mr. Manaka?. "

Sir, in this hotel, you are Mr. Manaka.

Do you want to hear a funny story?.

My ex-husband...

he's sitting over there.

That girl, I think she's prettier than me

Younger, too.

Can you do me a favor?.

Sit next to me.

I won't ask for a kiss.

I won't take your arm.

Why did you come?.

To put a period to it.

Our poem is finished now.

He's filthy rich.

All he has is money.

You're drunk.

I'll take you to your room.

Don't go.

You getting married or not?.

Of course, I am.

But no invitation for Suthep?.

Don't worry. I saved one "just for you.

What's the problem?.

That woman...

the more I meet that woman...

The more you meet...

I want to see her more.

I'm going crazy.

I want to see her right now.

It's killing me.

What kind of woman is she?. Can she cook?.

No.

Then why see her?.

Don't know... I don't know...

Hello.

Mitsuko?.

Are you sick?.

Why is your voice so sullen?.

For what?.

Promised what?.

Of course I remember.

Who am I?.

I'm your future husband.

Why can't you trust me?.

What do you want to hear?.

What was that?.

Are you really not going to say it?.!

All right. Repeat after me.

'I-love-you!'

Come on!

Now!

You'll be here soon. Wait a little longer.

What?. How can I wait two more weeks?.!

I hate you!

You can hate me, but you still have to wait.

It's late. I have to go.

So soon?.

Yes. I'm tired. I'm going.

I'm sorry.

Yutaka?.

Miss Touko Manaka?.

It's pleasure to meet you.

I am Mitsuko Tazusue.

"Higashigaito Yutaka / Tasuzue Mitsuko""

Would you like to join me for a walk?.

Why?.

The weather is so nice.

One moment.

Would you like to take a picture?.

Isn't the sunlight beautiful?.

How do you think this place

will be for the honeymoon?.

My mother always told me,

a woman must wake up early

and fold her husband's clothes neatly

before he wakes up...

from the very first day as his wife...

Every year, my father invites this woman

to the cherry blossom festival.

Every year, he buys her a new, beautiful kimono.

But my mother wears the same old kimono

over and over again.

My mother's kimono is not fancy in any way.

But our family crest is embroidered

on that kimono.

The same kimono that's been passed on

from generation to generation.

We acknowledge that woman's existence,

but she doesn't stay in our minds.

In the end, it is my mother

who will be remembered.

Only my mother can be called Mrs. Tazusue.

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